Happy Birthday Owen!

Owen's birthday was the 18th. He is now 2 years old! I can't even believe it. I say it all the time, but seriously, time goes by so fast! I still remember the day he was born perfectly.

Look at that cute lil' guy.

Feeding him in the hospital. I forget how small he was until I look at these pictures.

I don't even know where to begin with this kid. I beyond love him! I remember when he was born, my mom and I were talking. She said you can't really understand a parent's love for their child until you have a child of your own. I remember thinking about how much I love and care about Owen and he's not even my kid! A parent's love must be indescribable.

I love his little voice. I was recently playing with him and I started singing a song. He totally joined in. He didn't know what he was saying, but he kept singing! It was adorable.  I love when he says:
-"Hummus!" He puts so much emphasis on that word, it's hilarious.
 -"Happening!" Whenever I say "What's happening?" He'll say "Happening!"
 -"What's going on?" When he said this I was like wha?? You can speak in sentences now??

Us playing ball.

 He's my little bud :) I love playing with him. He gets excited over the simplest things. We play 'Come find me!' Which consists of me running and hiding and him coming and finding me ;) He thinks it's hilarious and could play it all day. He reminds me to find joy in the small things.


Every little thing he does is so cute. One day he was looking in the toy box trying to reach a toy. He totally fell in and his legs started kicking. I hurried and pulled him out. The kid wasn't even fazed! Ashlee, my dad, and I busted up laughing.


On Sundays the Briggs come over for dinner. Towards the end of the evening, we all end up in the living room plopped on the couches. We all watch Owen play and run around. When the Briggs leave my dad will say, "What do we do now? Our entertainment is gone." Haha. We love just watching him discover things about life. Whether he finds a new toy, hears a new sound, or moves his legs in a goofy way when he walks, we find everything he does quite adorable!

 For his party Ashlee went all out with a ball theme.
She made football, baseball, basketball, and soccer ball cake pops.
They were delicious! Tell you what, my sister has skills.

 Owen's cake(pops) :)

 Opening presents.

He got lots of fun stuff!

Happy 2nd Birthday O! I love you Sweety!

An Easter Thought

Every now and then my dad will print off a talk he likes and give them to me to read. I keep them in a folder and go back and read them from time to time. This morning I had some spare time and found one by Elder Bednar. It's called "The Character of Christ". One characteristic he spoke of was Christ's ability to look and reach outward, when the natural tendency is to look inward, and focus on oneself. He shared this story which shows this attribute perfectly:

"Early one summer morning I was showering. My wife called to me in the middle of my shower and indicated that I was needed immediately on the telephone. I quickly put on my robe and hurried to the phone. I next heard the voice of a dear sister and friend informing me of a tragic automobile accident that had just occurred in a remote area involving three teenage young women from our stake. Our friend indicated one of the young women had already been pronounced dead at the scene of the accident and that the two other young women were badly injured and presently were being transported to the regional medical center in Fayetteville. She further reported that the identity of the deceased young woman was not yet known. There was urgency in her voice, but there was no panic or excessive alarm. She then asked if I could go to the hospital, meet the ambulance when it arrived, and assist in identifying the young women. I answered that I would leave immediately.

During the course of our telephone conversation and as I listened to both the information being conveyed and the voice of our friend, I gradually became aware of two important things. First, this friend's daughter was one of the young women involved in the accident. Our friend lived approximately 35 miles from the hospital and therefore needed the assistance of someone who lived closer to the city. Second, I detected that the mother simultaneously was using two telephone handsets--with one in each hand pressed to each of her ears. I became aware that as she was talking with me, she was also talking with a nurse at a small rural hospital who had initially attended to the three accident victims. Our friend was receiving updated information about the condition of the young women in the very moment she was informing me about the accident and requesting my help. I then heard one of the most remarkable things I have ever heard in my life.

I faintly heard the nurse telling this faithful mother and friend that the young woman pronounced dead at the scene of the accident had been positively identified as her daughter. I could not believe what I was hearing. I was listening to this good woman in the very moment that she learned of the death of her precious daughter. Without hesitation, and with a calm and most deliberate voice, our friend next said, "President Bednar, we must get in contact with the two other mothers. We must let them know as much as we can about the condition of their daughters and that they will soon be in the hospital in Fayetteville." There was no self-pity; there was no self-absorption; there was no turning inward. The Christlike character of this devoted woman was manifested in her immediate and almost instinctive turning outward to attend to the needs of other suffering mothers. It was a moment and a lesson that I have never forgotten. In a moment of ultimate grief, this dear friend reached outward when I likely would have turned inward.

I then drove to the hospital with a concern in my heart for the well-being of the two other beautiful young women who had been involved in the accident. Little did I realize that the lessons I would learn about Christlike character--lessons taught by seemingly ordinary disciples--were just beginning.

I arrived at the hospital and proceeded to the emergency room. After properly establishing who I was and my relationship to the victims, I was invited into two different treatment areas to identify the injured young women. It was obvious that their respective wounds were serious and life threatening. And the lovely countenances and physical features of these young women had been badly marred. Within a relatively short period of time, the two remaining young women died. All three of these virtuous, lovely, and engaging young women--who seemed to have so much of life in front of them--suddenly had gone home to their Eternal Father. My attention and the attention of the respective families now shifted to funeral arrangements and logistics.

A day or so later, in the midst of program planning and detail arranging for the three funerals, I received a phone call from the Relief Society president of my home ward. Her daughter had been one of the victims in the accident, and she and I had talked several times about her desires for the funeral program. This faithful woman was a single mother rearing her only child--her teenage daughter. I was especially close to this woman and her daughter having served as both their bishop and stake president. After reviewing and finalizing several details for the funeral of her daughter, this good sister said to me, "President, I am sure it was difficult for you to see my daughter in the emergency room the other day. She was severely injured and disfigured. As you know, we will have a closed casket at the funeral. I have just returned from the funeral home, and they have helped my daughter to look so lovely again. I was just wondering . . . why don't we arrange a time when we can meet at the mortuary and you can have one last look at her before she is buried. Then your final memories of my daughter will not be the images you saw in the emergency room the other day." I listened and marveled at the compassion and thoughtfulness this sister had for me. Her only daughter had just been tragically killed, but she was concerned about the potentially troublesome memories I might have given my experience in the emergency room. In this good woman I detected no self-pity and no turning inward. Sorrow, certainly. Sadness, absolutely. Nevertheless, she reached outward when many or perhaps most of us would have turned inward with sorrow and grief.

Let me describe one final episode related to these three tragic deaths. On the day of her daughter's funeral, this Relief Society president from my home ward received a phone call from an irritated sister in our ward. The complaining sister had a cold and did not feel well, and she basically chewed out the Relief Society president for not being thoughtful or compassionate enough to arrange for meals to be delivered to her home. Just hours before the funeral of her only child, this remarkable Relief Society president prepared and delivered a meal to the murmuring sister.

I speak with reverence and awe of these two women--women of faith and character and conversion--who taught me so much and instinctively reached outward when most of us would have turned inward. Oh how I appreciate their quiet and powerful examples."

I was so touched by this story. Every time I read it, it brings tears to my eyes. How incredible were these women? I can only imagine the anguish they felt. Despite their unimaginable pain and sorrow, they were concerned about the needs of others. Their example is unbelievable. Easter is a time to reflect on Christ, His life, His sacrifice for us, and His resurrection. May we all try to be a little more Christlike, a little more selfless, each day we are on this earth. Happy Easter :)