Fun-eral (Not to be mistaken with funeral)

So the Moeller Family (my side) is starting a new tradition, which my younger brother Nate came up with. It all started with my Mom commenting after attending a funeral recently that she'd rather enjoy the flowers while she's alive. That got Nate thinking about the eulogies, why not enjoy what others have to say about someone now while they are alive to hear them??? So that's when he came up with Fun-earl... the years that anyone has a birthday that is denominated by 5 the whole family gathers together for a Fun-eral. Each person writes a letter, or memories of that person to share at the party.

So we hurried and covered those birthdays for the year 2010, Kurt, Yamila, Joel and David before the year was over. Tonight we began our family fun-eral tradition. Nate with the financial help of Mom decorated with tons of crape paper and balloons. We had lots of food, drink age, and desserts. It was a great time had by all.

Where are you Christmas?

I'm having troubles feeling the Christmas Spirit... That reminds me of little Cindy-Lo Who from the movie "The Grinch Who Stole Christmas." Cindy-Lo Who searches for what Christmas is really all about, and why she feels alone. I am thankful that I have a wonderful husband and great family to spend the holidays with, I just wish that excitement I use to feel as a child would come back.
Being an adult and having responsibilities sure puts a damper on things, but I know that the spirit of Christmas will return.

The Great Return

It's Friday December 3rd 2010. We're gathered in the airport awaiting to great return of two extraordinary missionaries. It had been 18 months since we bid them farewell and good luck, and now we celebrate together as one big family for the safe return home from Milan, Italy. It was such a joyful moment when I first saw Marian and Neil walking down the pathway towards the baggage claim area. It was hard to keep the tears of joy from falling down my cheeks, as I cried so did Jenny, and Julie. Immediately Marian and Neil began hugging everyone, and laughing, and crying. It was a moment that no one would ever forget.
Tim and I had the great advantage of driving the tired missionaries home, and got to talk about everything on the way home to Ogden.
The best moment of all was the great surprise we had for Neil at home down in the basement... Tim with helpful suggestions from the family has Neil's old pool table refinished and assembled. The story of the pool table is that it had been sitting in the garage for the past 12 years.
When Neil walked into the room, and was stunned. He for a spilt moment couldn't get the words to come out of his mouth, but when he did he said "This is the best surpise."
The whole day was just one of those moments that will always be cherished!