What do you remember?

Okay, I am playing too.
Directions:
1. As a comment on my blog, leave one memory that you and I have had together. It doesn't matter if you knew me a little or a lot, anything you can remember.
2.Next re-post this on your blog, and see what people remember about you. It is pretty fun to read the responses. If you leave a memory about me I will assume you are playing the game and I will come to your blog. If you don't have a blog I will leave a memory about you on mine. Thanks for playing!
(okay, just leave a memory if you don't want to post it on your blog.)

The Test

"Mortality is a period of testing, a time to prove ourselves worthy to return to the presence of our Heavenly Father. In order to be tested, we must sometimes face challenges and difficulties. At times there appears to be no light at the tunnel's end--no dawn to break night's darkness. We feel surrounded by the pain of broken hearts, the disappointment of shattered dreams, and the despair of vanished hopes. We join in uttering the biblical plea "Is there no balm in Gilead?" We are inclined to view our own personal misfortunes through the distorted prism of pessimism. We feel abandoned, heartbroken, alone. If you find yourself in such a situation, I plead with you to turn to our Heavenly Father in faith. He will lift you and guide you. He will not always take your afflictions from you, but He will comfort and lead you with love through whatever storm you face."
President Thomas S. Monson

8 years baby!

These pictures are from a surprise date Rocky took me on. It was so fun to be back where it all happened eight years ago. The pics are funny angles because the camera is hanging from a tree, and is on auto. It was so nice to start and finish a conversation, eat delicious food, and watch a movie that was not animated. The funny thing is that we talked and laughed about our kids most of the night. They always say that the first year of marriage is the hardest. I totally disagree. What a breeze that first year was. Newly wed, both of us working full time, apartment life... second year- new baby, moving, starting school.... third year- in school, no money, starting to move... forth year-potty training, school, moving, McCall, pregnant again... fifth year- 2 kids, moving, graduation, moving, new job... sixth year- apartment life, 2 growing kids, moving.... seventh year- first house, finally feeling settled, start paperwork for adoption, job offer in another state, moving... eighth year- well, it looks to be a good one. We are approved for adoption, and every week brings new experiences. Rock has a fabulous job, and is very happy. We are loving our house, and town. Our kids are growing faster than we thought they would, but we are enjoying every step of the way.

My darling, I can not say it has all been easy, or effortless, but what I can say is that these eight years have been wonderful. I love you! I love what we have shared together. I love our kids. I love our families. Happy anniversary my love!