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Friday, July 24, 2026

What Am I Missing?

Today we had a ukulele orchestra performance at a park.

I brought my music.

I brought my music stand.

I brought my folding chair.

Can you see where this is going?

Upon arrival, I discovered I had not brought my ukulele.

I think perhaps my brain still hasn't recovered from the stress and overwhelm of the schoolyear.

When I announced to the other members of the orchestra that I'd forgotten my instrument they had two reactions: several of them said they'd almost done the same thing and then they all insisted that I stay anyway to sing. 

I did, and Topher, who had come with me, sat on my lap and sang along too.

Tuesday, July 21, 2026

Creative Distractions

On Sunday I was the first adult to primary, but not the first person. The room already held several children. We have a two-deep leadership policy, which for me means, in part, not being the only adult in the room. While I waited for another grownup to come in, I leaned against the doorway and asked who wanted to draw a picture of a temple on the chalkboard. Several hands went up and I encouraged them to go for it.

This temple has a mustache instead of an Angel Moroni. I didn't realize this until one of the kids pointed it out during singing time. I thought it was a propeller.


Topher drew the temple on the right. He said he patterned it after the Washington D.C. temple.


The kids were all pleased with their art and none of them seemed to realize it was a diversionary tactic.

Friday, July 17, 2026

All the Holidays

I'm in charge of a ward service activity tomorrow. We're calling it A Year of Service in a Day and have seven different service options for people to help with, each connected to a different holiday. Cooper and Topher went to help me set up and decorate this afternoon and we ended up staying until nearly 10pm. We did detour to Walmart and Costco in the middle, but still, that's way too long. They were both really helpful and very good sports.

I hope people show up tomorrow.



Thursday, July 9, 2026

Fewer People

 Our house was kind of quiet today.

Not silent, and not bad, just quieter than it's been in a while.

That is all.

Wednesday, July 1, 2026

Forty-Six Sounds Like a Lot More Than Forty-Five

I had a birthday! 

The day before we took the kids to see Toy Story 5 for an early celebration. The kids enjoyed it, but the messages definitely hit harder for the parents. There were tears. Many tears.




On my actual birthday, Bryan and I were able to go to the temple (a birthday miracle!) and have lunch together. I failed to take a picture of us at the temple, but I did take a picture of some of our lunch.

While we were gone, the kids decorated the house for my birthday. We always do this for the kids, but almost never do it for the parents, so it was a sweet surprise.


I was in charge of singing time this Sunday, so of course I made it birthday-themed since it was the day after my birthday. Cooper, Phoebe, Sophie, and Topher colored and cut the candles while Bryan and I were sitting in our in-person ward council meeting before church on Sunday. And Phoebe drew the cake. I'm so glad they carried out my vision and made the activity possible. That was its own birthday gift.

 And Topher told the whole primary how old I am. I'm fine with it, but the other adults in the room had some worried looks on their faces.


The actual birthday was kind of crazy busy (and included writing some of the talk I posted on Monday), so I opened my presents and enjoyed delicious enchiladas that Bryan made and ate my sweet potato-based gluten-free cake the next day. 








Also, I've been tired all week, so maybe being 46 wears you out?

Monday, June 29, 2026

Say Yes

Our ward got to hear from another member of our family this week. It was my turn this time. The hardest part about writing this talk was in trying not to compare my talk to Bryan's amazing talk from last week. Here's my offering:

In Matthew chapter 22, one of the Pharisees came to Jesus with a question:

36 Master, which is the great commandment in the law?

37 Jesus said unto him, Thou shalt love the Lord thy God with all thy heart, and with all thy soul, and with all thy mind.

38 This is the first and great commandment.

39 And the second is like unto it, Thou shalt love thy neighbour as thyself.

Before moving to Pennsylvania, we lived in Illinois. Shortly after arriving in the Land of Lincoln, the Bishop asked to meet with me. He asked me to serve as the second counselor in the Relief Society presidency. This calling surprised me. We were new to the ward. I hadn’t served in a presidency since my days in Young Women. I had four active, busy kids and my youngest wasn’t even two. And Bryan had an hour and a half commute to and from Chicago each day, so he would rarely be home to take over parenting duties so I could fulfill this role. I felt overwhelmed at the thought. I said all of these things out loud to the Bishop as he sat in my living room. He told me he believed I could do it. Aware of all those concerns, I said yes.

In his April 2026 General Conference talk, Elder Patrick Kearon of the Quorum of the Twelve shared his own experience receiving a calling shortly after joining the church as a young adult. He said, “I was invited to meet with the bishop. He had taken time to get to know me when I was being taught by the missionaries. He rocked back in his chair, thwacking a ruler into his palm, and told me that we were meeting because he had a calling for me. He had prayed—about me—and he told me the calling would be of benefit to me and my future service to the Lord in His Church. He extended the calling of assistant ward clerk. The reaction in my mind was, “Assistant ward clerk? Well, that is not me!” Fortunately, a little grace intervened, and I responded with a “thank you” and that I would endeavour to learn what was involved. I did not have a clue.”

My own role in the Relief Society presidency was difficult. I hoped that I would be in charge of the teachers. Teaching is a calling that makes my heart sing; I felt like I could do a good job there. Instead I was put in charge of the monthly activities. This was definitely outside of my comfort zone. There was a sharp learning curve and there were assignments that I didn’t always fulfill to the level I wanted. I could have ended my time in this calling grumpy and bitter. What made the difference for me was the woman who served as the Relief Society president. Julie was a recent empty nester, a successful corporate lawyer, and a wonderfully nurturing and empowering leader. This was her second time serving in this capacity and she had already been serving for a few years. She trained me and encouraged me. She was supportive and flexible. And when I called her in tears over a major service activity with a community impact that had hit a significant roadblock, she gave comfort and gentle correction over a mistake I had made. She embodied the command to love God and her neighbor through the way she led.

Going back to his talk from April, Elder Kearon said, “I came to understand why everyone serves one another in a ward or branch: it affords us all the opportunity to pursue Christ and His virtues—such as charity, humility, meekness, forgiveness, and love—with people who may be very different to us. I clearly saw how faith is fortified and the body of Christ bonded together.”

We only lived in Illinois for a year. When we left, the whole presidency was released. Julie went from serving as the Relief Society president to being a nursery leader. And she was thrilled.

Elder Kearon said, “Some callings are highly stretching, while others may leave us wondering, “Isn’t there more I could be asked to do?” You might serve in a very visible role for a time, only later to be called to quiet, unseen service—or to support those with less experience. When callings change in ways that deeply impact you or your family, it can require great faith and trust in the Lord while you adjust.”

I’ve had many opportunities over the years to love God and my neighbors through serving in callings at church. Some of those have fed my soul. I loved teaching youth Sunday School, doing singing time in Primary, and directing the ward choir. Others have been really hard. I was never very good at calling women to get their Visiting Teaching reports, nor was I a standout secretary. Cub scouts tapped into my creativity which I enjoyed, but it also drained my energy. But I learned from each of those responsibilities, even the ones I didn’t particularly enjoy.

From Elder Kearon said, “Our service is a choice, an offering to God, and a blessing. We all know that prayer, study of scripture, and worship at church and in the temple are critical to the development of our faith. Have we also come to see our callings as having a foundational role in the expansion of our faith? Callings from the Lord are tailor-made for our growth, as we humble ourselves, look outward, and learn that, indeed, when we are in the service of our fellow beings, we are in fact in the service of our God. It really isn’t where we serve but how that matters to the Lord.”

So, if the how of service is more important than the where, how should we serve? Mother Thereas taught, “I never look at the masses as my responsibility. I look at the individual. I can love only one person at a time. I can feed only one person at a time. Just one, one, one.” I saw an example of this last Sunday. Our family was sitting in the Relief Society room after church, waiting for the baptism to start. I was tired, sitting in the back, kind of in my own head. While the prelude music was playing, my daughter Sophie turned to me and said, “We need to go help Sister Gerber.” I looked over and saw her sitting at the piano, playing the music I was listening to and trying to patiently wrangle her two boys at the same time. Sophie had noticed and felt inspired to act. I responded, “Oh, yes we do.” I followed her lead and we crossed the room and each entertained one of the boys so their mom could play the piano. Now, I’ve been talking about serving in callings in the church, this story might feel like a departure from that. But it’s not. It’s at the heart of every calling we have. Service in the church is about seeing the needs of those around us, and acting through inspiration. 

This is how the Savior operated. His life was dedicated to seeing needs and then meeting them. He turned water into wine when His mother asked him to. He healed the son of the man who plead “Help thou mine unbelief.” He comforted Mary and Martha and raised Lazarus from the tomb. He washed the feet of his disciples, knowing that His time in the Garden and on the cross was imminent. He served, even when He was tired, even when He was weary. Remember, He was the one that taught “Thou shalt love the Lord thy God with all thy heart, and with all thy soul, and with all thy mind. This is the first and great commandment. And the second is like unto it, Thou shalt love thy neighbour as thyself.” And then He lived what He taught.

We’ve talked about how to serve when we’re called to, but what if we’re not the one called? Many Sundays we sit in these pews and listen while the name of someone in the congregation is called to a new role in the ward or stake. Then we’re invited to raise our arms, showing that we agree to support this person in their service. What does that mean? To support them in their service? And what if we don’t like the way they serve? What if we feel someone else could do a better job? 

In April 2013 President Jeffrey R. Holland taught: “Be kind regarding human frailty—your own as well as that of those who serve with you in a Church led by volunteer, mortal men and women. Except in the case of His only perfect Begotten Son, imperfect people are all God has ever had to work with. That must be terribly frustrating to Him, but He deals with it. So should we. And when you see imperfection, remember that the limitation is not in the divinity of the work. As one gifted writer has suggested, when the infinite fulness is poured forth, it is not the oil’s fault if there is some loss because finite vessels can’t quite contain it all. Those finite vessels include you and me, so be patient and kind and forgiving“ (“Lord, I Believe,” Liahona, May 2013, 94).

I chatted with my parents about this topic during our weekly call a few days ago. My dad shared that when he served in the Bishopric when I was a teenager he would often look out at the congregation from his seat on the stand and feel an overwhelming sense of gratitude for those members that were serving in callings. He was very aware that the ward wouldn’t function without all of those people who said yes when they were asked to serve and then showed up on a regular basis to fulfill their responsibilities. I feel the same way about everyone who serves in primary. Whenever someone says yes to serving in primary, my heart feels like it’s going to explode with joy.

            After the Savior’s atonement, crucifixion, and resurrection, Jesus appeared to his disciples. He gave them instructions while they were fishing, then they gathered with Him on the beach to eat. John chapter 21 tells us about the conversation that followed. Starting with verse 15:

15 ¶ So when they had dined, Jesus saith to Simon Peter, Simon, son of Jonas, lovest thou me more than these? He saith unto him, Yea, Lord; thou knowest that I love thee. He saith unto him, Feed my lambs.

16 He saith to him again the second time, Simon, son of Jonas, lovest thou me? He saith unto him, Yea, Lord; thou knowest that I love thee. He saith unto him, Feed my sheep.

17 He saith unto him the third time, Simon, son of Jonas, lovest thou me? Peter was grieved because he said unto him the third time, Lovest thou me? And he said unto him, Lord, thou knowest all things; thou knowest that I love thee. Jesus saith unto him, Feed my sheep.

This year in primary we learned a song called Choose to Serve the Lord. Listen to the words of the chorus: “I will choose to serve the Lord like my scripture heroes of old. I will learn and grow in faith. God will be my strength with every step I take, I will choose to serve the Lord.” The scriptures that we study are full of people who said yes to doing hard things to serve God and their neighbors. Nephi said he would “go and do” when asked to get the brass plates. Abinadi and Samuel the Lamanite said yes to teaching groups of people that wanted to cause them great harm. Noah built an ark. Moses stood up to a Pharaoh. Esther spoke on behalf of her people and saved a nation. The Savior Himself said “Nevertheless not as I will, but as thou wilt” in Gethsemane, before the greatest act of love that we know of. 

This is a church built largely on the service of its members. Our wards and stakes could not function without the people that have been willing to say yes to organizing, teaching, supporting, and showing up. At the heart of every calling in the church is the admonition to love God and love our neighbors. Callings are love in action. Pope Francis said, “You pray for the hungry. Then you feed them.” We can feed them literally, and we can feed them figuratively through our love and attention and service. We have not been asked to build an ark or face a horde with bows and arrows. But we have been asked to love God and our neighbors. We can follow the example of the Savior and love and serve those around us.

What will you do this week to love God and your neighbor?

I bear my testimony that what I’ve said today is true. In the name of Jesus Christ, amen. 

Friday, June 19, 2026

Parked

Today was a beautiful day, just the right temperature. Topher, Sophie, and I spent the morning at a park for a primary meeting, the middle of the day at a different park (with Phoebe) for a ukulele performance, and the afternoon at a state park swimming in a creek with friends.

After a shower and dinner, once he climbed into bed, Topher fell asleep almost immediately.

The secret to a good sleep is a day full of parks.



Wednesday, June 17, 2026

Ahoy Matey!

Today while grocery shopping my eyes misread this sign. For a moment I thought it said Dreaded Chicken Cutlets, which to me sounds like a band of cartoon pirates.

Friday, June 12, 2026

Dandelion Days

I was looking back through post drafts that I'd started but never finished. I found this picture with this title from back when we lived in the Chicago area, about ten years ago. I remember exactly what it was about, even though I had never added text beyond the title.

Phoebe and Sophie were still young enough that they weren't in school yet. They spent a lot of time playing pretend and running around in the backyard. On this day Phoebe had brought me this bouquet of dandelions and they'd ended up on the counter, next to the toy hair dryer.

It struck me then how fleeting this stage would be, the time of gathering dandelions and bringing them to mom with love and wonder. I'm glad that, even in the midst of the overwhelm and tired, I was aware that I should pay attention and notice the importance of these tiny moments.


And it's true, we are past the dandelion days. Topher will still occasionally bring me one of the yellow flowers, but we've mostly moved on to other stages. I love watching my kids learn and grow and become who they have the potential to be. But there's a sweet melancholy thinking about the exhaustion and happiness of the days when they were little.

Tuesday, June 9, 2026

Broken Tradition

I knew that the last few months had been crazy. May was insane. But I didn't realize how busy and overloaded my brain was until I realized I never took our last day of school picture.

I've done this for years, and this time I forgot.

Maybe we'll take an early summer break picture and count that.

At least we got a picture of our whole family at Cooper's graduation, that was almost the last day of school. That counts, right?

Wednesday, May 27, 2026

Lift Every Voice and Sing

Today's major activity included me needing to quickly learn all this music.

My brain is tired.

Tuesday, May 26, 2026

Too Many Good Things

This has been an incredibly busy school year.

May has been an exceptionally busy month.

This might be the busiest week yet.

Enjoy this picture of Topher at the library while I try to get everything done that needs to get done this week.

Thursday, May 21, 2026

It's Not Even Mother's Day

I came out of my room one day this week and discovered these signs in the upstairs hallway, followed by the arrows down the stairs.









When I got to the great room Topher, Phoebe, and Cooper jumped out from behind the couch and yelled, "Surprise!" Then Topher handed out the hats he had made for us to wear and pushed play on the Megan Trainor song Mom that was cued on the TV. He said we were having a mom party and he invited us all to dance. When we finished the dance portion of the activity, he led me into the kitchen and gave me an "ice cream sundae" he had made for me. That's cottage cheese, in case you were wondering.

I thought it was so sweet of Topher to put this all together. And yes, I did cry a little.


Thursday, May 14, 2026

World's Okayest Mom

I had a great Mother's Day. Bryan made a delicious dinner, my parents sent a few yummy treats, Topher outdid himself with how many cards he gave me, and my kids all crowded onto the couch for a picture with me. Also, after church I changed out of my dress and into comfy pants and my World's Okayest Mom shirt.

I bought it for myself.

I think it's funny.


It was lovely to have Bryan's parents here for Mother's Day. Look at this beautiful paper sculpture that Bryan's mom made for me and gave me for Mother's Day! It's the Philadelphia Temple and I adore it!

Thursday, April 30, 2026

On the Wheels of a Dream

A few months ago my dear friend Brett told me that she and her husband would be in New York for a few days in March and asked if Bryan and I could join them for one of those days. We cleared our calendars and thoroughly prepped the kids to take care of everyone (mostly Topher) at home.

On a day in mid-March we got up extra early, made sure we were ready for an adventure, dropped Sophie off at chorus before school, and drove to a park and ride lot in New Jersey. We took a bus into New York, then walked to The Morgan Library and Museum to meet our friends!


This is the second time I've been to this library, but I had only seen one small section the first time. Most of this was new to me. And it was so beautiful!




Photo credit Brett

In addition to the three story collection of books, there were grand offices, an art display, and exhibits about Mozart and storytelling.


This was Mozart's childhood violin.


And this is where Mozart sat and did most of his composing.


Me and my buddy Will.


I feel this quote deep in my soul.


I really loved the exhibit about storytelling. These are pictures from Maus, a graphic novel about the Holocaust.


Here are some of Henry David Thoreau's journals.


A cell from Plane Crazy, the first Mickey Mouse film.


After the library, we grabbed some pizza, took a few pictures in Times Square, and headed to the theater.

Photo credit Brett

Photo credit Ben

The first Broadway show Bryan and I ever saw was The 25th Annual Putnam County Spelling Bee during a trip to visit our friends who lived in NYC, almost twenty-one years ago. Here's a much younger version of me next to that original poster.


When Brett said she and Ben wanted to see the off-Broadway revival and invited us to join them, we said yes!




It was a fantastic production! And it was in a theater complex I'd never been to. It was almost completely underground and had six theaters, kind of like a movie theater with several screens, but for live theater instead, which I think is such a cool concept.

We took a picture with one of the cast members after the show.


We had a little time between the show and dinner, so we explored The Drama Book Shop.



We ate a delicious dinner at a noodle shop that had gluten free options. Then we said goodbye to Brett and Ben (and Brett's brother and sister-in-law who had joined us for dinner) and Bryan and I began the long walk uptown to Lincoln Center.


I've wanted to see Ragtime since it first debuted in the 90s. When I heard it was being revived, I brainstormed ways to go see it. The invitation from Brett to join them in NYC gave us a reason to be in the city. Why not stay a little longer and see a second show? Bryan and I talked about it and we tried to get tickets, but were initially unsuccessful. A few days before the trip I was looking up other shows that we might see instead. Bryan asked me what I was doing and I told him. His response, "Oh, don't buy tickets to anything. We have tickets to Ragtime that night."

YAY!!!!



It was absolutely transformative, possibly the best thing I've ever seen on Broadway. The singing, the acting, the staging, the lighting, the costumes, the pit, all of it was stunning. And the message of Ragtime was so beautiful and sad and full of hope. It was just what I needed.

Also, a key scene takes place at The JP Morgan Library! It was so cool to see a replica of the big bronze doors that we had just seen in person that morning.


Brett and Ben, thanks for asking us to join you in NYC, it was a wonderful day! It was so great to hangout in person and to talk as we walked around the city!