As I sit in my stake conference I am reminded of how much more important my family is than a great deal on a cement mixer. Logan spent almost an hour writing a “card” for me. He had to ask how to spell every word execept his name, but he wrote everything out by himself.  […]

Yesterday when we were driving back from soccer we saw a cementmixer on somebodies yawn. They were asking 100 bucks for a 300 dollar machine. Well, I just had to have it. It was completly new, never been used even once. Now what am I going to do with it is the big question.