Monday, August 4, 2008

Jump For Boy!

Last night we held an ice cream social in our backyard. We invited all of The Chief's cousins to come and have a cone (triple-scoop if wished) of the BYU Creamery's gratuitously creamy ice cream. It was his (our) way of thanking them for five year's worth of daily prayers of getting him to leap from heaven into my womb.

Some of them told me that when I became pregnant they didn't know what to pray for anymore. So I told them to start praying for The Chief's sister. Just in case it takes five more years.

They are my sunshine, these spirits who share my blood.

We missed you St. George and Mesa Cousins! Some of us had an extra ice cream cone in your absence:

Cause we all scream for answered prayers.