It's official!

We finally got Jon's diploma framed . . . looks great!

love that man.

Nothing short of a miracle . . .

This afternoon I received this on facebook from a friend in Nashville:

I have just now noticed that your maiden name is Redd, is it possible that you are related to a Jack Redd?

I wrote back that he was my grandpa, and asked how she knew him.

She responded with this:

Emily, I'm so sorry, I was looking for information just now on Google - so that Rob could learn more about him and saw that he passed away today. It just happened that I noticed someone in "Friend Suggestion" with the last name Redd. I immediately thought of him and hoped that whoever this person was knew him. I then saw that you were a mutual friend and thought I would ask. I had no idea what had happened. I'm so sorry for your loss. It seems so strange that tonight would be the very night I was thinking of him.

I'm a convert, as I think you know, and my dad was the president of Midwestern Oil in the 80's. Somehow, your grandpa was involved with this company. He became good friends with my dad and as did Erma with my mother. He gave my family a Book of Mormon. My parents just put it underneath some other books at the bottom of a bookcase, which I found years and years later. They always respected their examples and I believe this is the reason they eventually excepted my choice to join the church. When Rob and I got married, my parents only came because of the Redds. On my side of the room at the temple, the only people there were several members of the Redd family. Maybe your mom and dad were there . . . What an amazing family you have. What a wonderful grandpa. I'm forever grateful for the example he was to my family.

I just phoned my parents to let them know . . . my mom said, among other memories, that while my dad was in prison he sent my mom a check so that my mom could buy us Christmas presents.


Mormon 9:16-19

'er

We've lived in 'the South' for a few years now.
Nashville, some would argue is not really 'the South'
but more 'the gateway to the South.'
North Carolina is pretty much the same,
not a whole lot a y'alls or Dixie flags flyin'
but this weekend I heard two words that
don't normally end in 'er..... end in 'er

word #1: tomater
(woman at Subway asking for tomaters on her sandwich)

word #2: saliver
(man at the temple asking me if I wanted half of his
Hersheys bar, after he opened with his teeth he gave the side that he
said didn't have his 'saliver' on it!!)

Women

Women are angels,

And when someone breaks our wings . . .

We simply continue to fly . . .

On a broomstick.

We are flexible like that.


Jon's sister Lori sent me this, I love it!

washington dc

"I Have a Dream"Our planning turned out perfectly

as we celebrated MLK day at the Lincoln Memorial.
[It looks like this is a theme with our yittle sissy's visits
with Lu we went to Memphis and saw the
hotel room where MLK was shot
with Lib we went to Montgomery, AL,
the heart of the Civil Rights Movement
and now, to where he delivered the
'I Have a Dream' speech with Ted.]
Pretty sweet.

I love this shot!

Ted's first trip in the metro...she was really scared!

Keeping warm at one of the many FREE
museums...Ted was scared again:)

delightful randomness

They told us there would be snow,
but I thought, yea yea...probably like Nashville,
a couple of flakes and listo.

But it really snowed~
legitimate, icy, cold snow!

But, very much like Nashville...
they closed the city down

I don't think you want the word 'pit' on a wedding invitation, George.

Lord of the Rings, anyone?
(not just the Fellowship
no, no, no
nor just Two Towers
oh, no way
nor only the Return of the King)
ALL 9 GLORIOUS HOURS!

This is what we do here in North Carolina to entertain ourselves.
desperate for a laugh? never.

Javon.
He got baptized a couple of weeks ago.
He is full of faith. I love converts.

question of the night

We went to play indoor soccer and a little latino kid asked me......

eres chica o chico
(are you a boy or a girl?)

yikes