"Too pure, too lovely . . ."

We want to thank so many of you who have sent flowers, come and visited, called, sent letters and came to the graveside service, for our sweet little David Stanley Smith. He was stillborn on Thursday, September 18th due to umbilical cord complications. We know more than ever that Jesus Christ is our Savior, that he has a plan for our family to be together forever, and that our little baby is waiting patiently for us in heaven.

"The Lord takes many away, even in infancy, that they may escape the envy of man, and the sorrows and evils of this present world; they were too pure, too lovely, to live on earth; therefore, if rightly considered, instead of mourning we have reason to rejoice as they are delivered from evil, and we shall soon have them again. …

“… The only difference between the old and young dying is, one lives longer in heaven and eternal light and glory than the other, and is freed a little sooner from this miserable, wicked world. Notwithstanding all this glory, we for a moment lose sight of it, and mourn the loss, but we do not mourn as those without hope.” Joseph Smith

Our new little addition to the family . . .

No, we haven't had the baby yet. Still 9 days to go. Yuck! But, we do have a new little addition . . . a beta fish, lovingly named Jackson (Ian's idea). After the dog trauma, Kevin and I were feeling bad for Ian and decided to take the plunge (literally) and buy the kids a fish. He has brought a lot of giggles, requires no poop-scooping, only has to be fed every 3 days, doesn't bite, and from what I hear from my friend Jean, is virtually impossible to kill!




And, me in all my hugeness. I know, can you believe I can even still stand up????

Trauma at the Humane Society

Lately I have been feeling really guilty for not letting my family have a dog. Kevin loves dogs and would get one in a second if I would consent. Meggie goes crazy every time she is around dogs. She laughs and giggles and can't stay away. Ian, however, is always a little timid and unsure. So . . . on Saturday we went to the Humane Society just to "check things out". We found this sweet little black cocker spaniel and decided to get it out and play with it on the grass. We took it outside, it instantly gave Kevin a hug, then came to me for a love. Oh, so sweet, we were thinking. I motioned to Ian and Meggie to come pet his back. They approached slowly, stuck out their hands and then, the dog went ballistic! He dug his teeth into Ian's chest. Kevin had to pull him off. I was MORTIFIED! We took Ian to the Emergency room and they quarantined the dog. It was really a traumatic experience. Needless to say, we all decided that maybe a goldfish would be a better bet for our family right now. This experience cured me of any guilt I was feeling about not wanting to get a dog!

Ian pretending to cry (I didn't get any pics on the day of the event so I had to try to get him to fake it today. Didn't really work!)