Writing...

Numbers and equations are foreign to the writers mind. Variables and exponents, quotients and coefficients are like learning to walk. Words, rhythm, conventions, those are home. Pictures painted with words, songs sung with similes. Writing calms the mind and relaxes the soul. Life makes sense through stories and poems. 

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Never alone

It's amazing how through sadness and pain growing closer to our Heavenly Father is so easy yet in times of ease and happiness it's easy to forget his hand in our lives. Enduring a hardship is so difficult and painful when you try to face it alone, but when you lean on Heavenly Father for comfort it is easier to remember the good through the bad, to remember what you love and why you love it. Heavenly Father is an amazing comfort but relying on him, knowing he is there with us, having faith that he will take our pain away can be hard to do. Personally I feel that is one of the reasons family is so important. Life is hard and alone it is even harder but through our family and friends Heavenly Father gave us a way to move on and live by sharing our burdens with them. I am so thankful for my loving, caring, understanding husband who is always there for me. Through thick and thin I know I can rely on him to help me through. Pain, grief, sadness, they are all a part of life, but luck for us we Never have to face it alone. We will always have someone there by our side through it all whether we know it or not.

Our Precious Angel

Jonathan and I welcomed our precious baby into the world. She came to us on December 18, 2012 she was 7lb even and 20in long. We chose to call her Liara Renee Hardy. We love her so much and are so grateful to have her here healthy and happy! Here are some pictures of our precious Angel. 

The End is Near

Here are some pictures from the end of my pregnancy I'm 38 weeks in these. 

As my due date approaches we get more excited every day. 

We are so excited to meet our little angle, our wondrous gift from God! 

One of my stories...

                   Avery

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            Being a Border Collie Rottweiler mix and the runt, I was the only one of my family that no one wanted; so Roger kept me for his own dog. Together we tamed the wild, but every year it seemed that we can do less and less. We both were getting old and weak but we showed devotion to each other none the less.

            This past winter was hard on us. Roger and I have never been separated more than a few hours, but this winter he left me for a whole week and some stranger took care of me. I took care of the place for him while he was away and when he came home all he would do was sleep. I loved him so much that I knew it was my turn to take care of him like he took care of me when I was a baby. I made sure he had everything he needed, clothes, slippers, his newspaper. I even made sure the horses were ok and that they were still where they needed to be. I didn’t worry about the cows since they were in the mountains.

            Finally in the spring Roger was well enough to make the trek up the mountains to get the cows. We made all the preparations and away we went. The way up wasn’t bad but once we rounded up all the cows and were headed home the entirety of the situation went downhill. It seemed like all the cows were being stubborn and none of them would come home with us.

            Poor Roger had to chase after those darn cows all the way down the mountain, but all the hard work paid off. Finally every cow was down and we could rest until we had to brand the new calves. As Roger was putting his horse with the rest of the horses he collapsed. One minute I could see him walking his horse the next he was gone, disappeared. I ran as fast as I could to go find where he had gone and to help him.

            I made it to him in seconds and I quickly herded his horse over to the others so he wouldn’t get stepped on. I then tried to wake him, I licked him and prodded him with my nose I even barked at him but nothing worked. I knew I had to get help. I ran and ran until I thought I would die. I knew there was another house about ten miles down the road and I hoped and prayed someone was home.

            When I finally made it to the house I barked and scratched the door to no end until someone opened it and I tugged and pulled them hoping they would understand that I wanted them to follow me. Thankfully they understood and they jumped in their car and I led them to my house where they found Roger.

            Roger was taken from me again, but this time I didn’t know if he was coming back. What happened to him, why did he fall, and why wouldn’t he get up. Through the weeks that followed, that was all I could think about. I couldn't sleep because I would dream of the day he left me and all I wanted more than anything was to see him again.

            I was sick with worry and I couldn’t bear not knowing what happened to Roger. After what seemed like years I was taken from my home to a new strange place, one I had never been to before. I didn’t understand why I was here and I continued to try and go home, but I was continually caught and brought back. What if Roger returned when I was gone, I couldn’t leave him alone. Who would take care of him? I refused to eat, I wanted to see Roger. I had to see him; I had to know what happened. After being at this new place a week I gave up hope. I knew Roger must have abandoned me, left me because he could no longer watch after me.

            That night I dreamed I wasn’t in the strange new place anymore. I was back at home and Roger was there, but it wasn’t Roger like I remembered him the day he left. This Roger was much younger and stronger. This was the Roger I knew when I was little. I was so excited to see him I thought my heart might burst. We played all night long and when I knew morning would be there soon I was sad but I knew Roger was ok.

            Even though I knew my dream should have ended it never seemed to. I slept under the stars with Roger. Weeks past and I never woke up from my dream. My only conclusion, my heart really did burst when I saw Roger and we were in heaven, together. 

~Olivia Hardy

Looking Back

      When one looks back at life and how they came to be where they are now many feelings often arise, guilt, regret, pain, disappointment, fear, joy, happy memories, excitement, love, support, peace, etc. I can honestly say that when I look at where I have been I don't regret any decisions I have made. I can see other painful moments but I still don't regret where I have been and the moments I have experiences because they have molded me into who I am today and even on the bad days when I feel like I have lived up to nothing I still feel like I have turned out to be OK and I'm happy with who I am.

        I have moments when I look back and wonder how I ended up here, and why... I was accepted into BYU and Weber, I had full intentions of going to Weber State, what made me change my mind? Why was the Lord so intent on me coming to BYU? Now I'm here, I got married and am now expecting a baby, I'm very grateful that I did change my mind and I went where the Lord wanted me because the man I married is the most incredible man. When I look at him and talk to him I wonder, are the people in our lives because they need us or because we need them? Personally I look at my own life and know that he is in my life because I need him. I need the love and support that he gives me, I need the kind words he tells me, I need the loving looks he shares with me, I need someone to listen to me when I speak and he does.  I need him more than he can possibly imagine. He does all that and more, at times I feel like I don't do enough for him because he is always doing something to make me happy!