Last year, I posted a little bit about Memorial Day. This year, it was great to have Dallas home. Sunday, we went to Preston for Dallas' cousin's homecoming talk. It was such a beautiful meeting, it made me so excited for my brother, Nathan, who leaves next month for his mission to Florida. We were able to go visit Dallas' Grandpa Abrams' grave, as well of some of his other family members' graves who are buried in Preston. It was really neat, the cemetery was beautiful and there was such a special spirit there. Dallas explained to Amaya that these people's bodies were buried there, but their spirits were in heaven with Heavenly Father. I could tell that she understood what Dallas said, in her own child-like way. Like Dallas said, sometimes we underestimate our children and how much they really understand. It reminded me of one of my favorite quotes by Elder Groberg. "There is a connection between heaven and earth. Finding that connection gives meaning to everything, including death. Missing it makes everything meaningless, including life."
On our way back to Rexburg, we stopped at Pocatello's Field of Heroes. Each year, volunteers put up a cross for each of our soldiers who have lost their lives in Iraq or Afghanistan since 9/11.
"On Memorial Day weekend, the fields at Century High School in Pocatello, Idaho are transformed into a memorial resembling Arlington National Cemetery located in Washington DC. Each wooden cross is handmade and affixed with the name, rank and the date of death of an American Serviceman or Servicewoman who paid the ultimate price in the name of freedom. The crosses are then carefully spaced and placed into the ground. Once the field is complete it is consecrated as hallowed ground and opened to the public for those who wish to come pay their respects."
It was pouring rain, which was actually very fitting.
It was so sobering to see the rows and rows of crosses. Each one represented an American Soldier. Each soldier sacrificed their life for our freedoms. Each cross represented a family, a future cut short to early. Many of these young men and women were younger than I am when they died. I wish my pictures could express the vastness of the crosses or the solemnness of the spirit there. There were over 6,000 crosses.
It broke my heart to think of the amount of pain caused by the evil men who are determined to cause pain and chaos in the world. There are so many wonderful people who have had to sacrifice so much to right the wrongs done by those who follow Satan's plan. As Dallas noted, it all began with a war and it will all end with one. As Joseph Smith said, "No unhallowed hand can stop the work from progressing; persecutions may rage, mobs may combine, armies may assemble, calumny may defame, but the truth of God will go forth boldly, nobly, and independent, till it has penetrated every continent, visited every clime, swept every country, and sounded in every ear, till the purposes of God shall be accomplished, and the Great
Jehovah shall say the work is done.”
Satan wants us to fail- and God is always more powerful.” --Elder John H. Groberg
On Memorial Day Monday, we took the kiddos to my parents' house and Dallas and I went on a motorcycle ride. I've always had a thing for motorcycles :)
Oaklie and Uncle Nate (soon to be Elder Clark!)
Oaklie and Amaya have a thing for motorcycles too :)
While the girls rode on the lawnmower and jumped on the tramp, Dallas and I went and picked up lunch at Gator Jack's and drove up to Heise Hot Springs for a picnic. It was SUCH a beautiful day! We loved riding through the countryside, enjoying the sights and smells of such a beautiful day. We passed almost a hundred American flags blowing in the breeze on our drive up. I feel so blessed to live in such a beautiful country, and to have so many little joys in my life.
Dallas enjoying our picnic. Isn't he so handsome in this picture?
Heise is one of my very favorite places. It's where we went on one of our first dates and Dallas proposed to me on a rock just like this one down by the water.
We're going to have to come back up this summer and camp with the girls up at Heise.
I think a good way to sum up our Memorial Day Weekend would be the lyrics to the song, "Home" by Dierks Bentley.
West, on a plane bound west
I see her stretching out below
Land, blessed mother land
The place where I was born
Scars, yeah she’s got her scars
Sometimes it starts to worry me
Cause lose, I don’t wanna lose
Sight of who we are
From the mountains high
To the wave crashed coast
There’s a way to find
Better days I know
It’s been a long hard ride
Got a ways to go
But this is still the place
That we all call home
Free, nothing feels like free
Though it sometimes means we don’t get along
Cause same, no we're not the same
But that’s what makes us strong
Brave, gotta call it brave
To chase that dream across the sea
Names, and they signed their names
For something they believed
Red, how the blood ran red
And we laid our dead in sacred ground
Just think, wonder what they think
If they could see us now
It’s been a long hard ride
Got a ways to go
But this is still the place
That we all call home
It’s been a long hard ride
And I won’t lose hope
This is still the place
That we all call home
I see her stretching out below
Land, blessed mother land
The place where I was born
Scars, yeah she’s got her scars
Sometimes it starts to worry me
Cause lose, I don’t wanna lose
Sight of who we are
From the mountains high
To the wave crashed coast
There’s a way to find
Better days I know
It’s been a long hard ride
Got a ways to go
But this is still the place
That we all call home
Free, nothing feels like free
Though it sometimes means we don’t get along
Cause same, no we're not the same
But that’s what makes us strong
Brave, gotta call it brave
To chase that dream across the sea
Names, and they signed their names
For something they believed
Red, how the blood ran red
And we laid our dead in sacred ground
Just think, wonder what they think
If they could see us now
It’s been a long hard ride
Got a ways to go
But this is still the place
That we all call home
It’s been a long hard ride
And I won’t lose hope
This is still the place
That we all call home


















































