IT'S A SWEET LIFE: My Cute Funny Valentines!

LIFE DOESN'T GET ANY SWEETER THAN THIS!

My name is Brenda Joy Rasmussen. I am the oldest of 5 children. I grew up in the small town of Parowan Utah. I have been born into a wonderful family of 3 sisters and one brother. We have been raised by good parents who have given us a life time of love. They have instilled in us a great love for the plain and simple, and most precious things in life, God and family. I now live in the small town of Enoch, Utah, not to far from where I grew up, with my husband Robert. Here in Enoch we have raised 5 beautiful children. We are the grandparents of 13 sweet grandchildren!

Saturday, February 12, 2011

My Cute Funny Valentines!

There's nothing quite like the joy of being a grandma! Each one of these precious little ones holds a special place in my heart. These are my cute funny Valentines...I love these adorable faces!

I LOVE this sweet face...

And I LOVE this sweet face...

And I LOVE this sweet face!

My friend Cali Grimshaw recently wrote a wonderful article entitled "A Love Story" that spoke deeply to my soul. She describes perfectly how I feel about being a grandma to these beautiful little ones above. She Writes:

"I never believed in love at first sight…until the day my first grandchild was born! The moment my daughter placed my new born grandson in my arms I was smitten. It was as if a bucket of pure love poured over my head and spread throughout every inch of my body. Yes, at first sight I was suddenly head over heels in love and life would never be the same!

When you become a grandparent something mysterious happens. A definite chemical change occurs in the brain…or is it the heart? Like the reformed Grinch when he suddenly understands Christmas, in one miraculous moment, your heart grows ten sizes too large.

What else but true love could explain the bizarre and often surprising behavior of grandparents? Otherwise sensible adults suddenly lose all reason and sense of proportion. They have even been known to turn on their own grown children and take the side of their grandchildren when it comes to the most ridiculous things.

Can you imagine, for instance, arguing in your grandchild’s behalf to stay up PAST his bedtime, eat ANOTHER bowl of ice-cream, or play JUST ONE MORE game before the parents finally draw the line and pull them away from your corrupting influence. They say the reason grandchildren and grandparents get along so well is that they share a common enemy.

Being a grandparent brings out the inner child in old people…the one who died of exhaustion years ago while they were busy raising their own children. What else could explain a fifty year old woman chasing lizards up and down the hill of her back yard with a seven year old boy in ninety degree weather? Or a man in his sixties prancing around the yard, playing hide and seek with a four year old granddaughter who has him wrapped around her little finger.

I watched my own father get in pillow fights with his grandchildren using the sofa cushions that were supposed to be off limits. Having grandchildren gives you the excuse to do all the things you’ve always wanted to do at your children’s house…jump on the beds, swing on the swings, play tag in the back yard, and slurp chocolate milk with a straw. Let your own children be the adults for a change!

Things that drove you crazy when your own children did them…such as unrolling an entire roll of toilet paper as it is being simultaneously flushed down the toilet, are now seen as clever, cute, and even brilliant. Instead of screaming at them to STOP THAT RIGHT NOW, we smile, laugh, and may even label the child a creative genius! Everything they do is wonderful and no one can tell us otherwise.

It’s amazing what grandparents are willing to do. Old people who never had the energy to finish their own children’s baby books take hundreds of photos of the grandkids and show them to anyone and everyone they come in contact with. Women who never had much interest in the mall, will “shop ‘til they drop,” and must now buy every cute outfit they come across. And those who always hated to sew are all at once willing to make infant blankets and baby quilts. Grown men turn into pretend grizzly bears and chase giggling toddlers through the house. It’s a very strange phenomenon, but I’ve seen it over and over again.

What else but true love could make someone drive over three hours in the car in winter weather to read a story to their granddaughter’s class on grandparent’s day, or to spend five minutes watching their grandson receive a scout award?

And why else would someone spend hours making beds, cleaning bathrooms, grocery shopping and cooking up tons of food in anticipation of a weekend visit from the grandkids? It defies logic, because when they leave the house is a mess, the food is all eaten, and little sticky handprints cover the glass on the back porch door. Then, when the car drives off and the house is finally quiet you sit down and cry…not from exhaustion (although that may be part of it), but because you are so sad it’s over. I personally leave the handprints on the back door for at least a good week.

I don’t know what makes having grandchildren so wonderful and magical, but it is! When viewed from the eyes of your grandchildren, the tired old world is suddenly new again. In them we see all the possibilities that still could be. They are the hope of the future and that life goes on, even as we will fade out. They are unconditional love…someone who thinks you’re great inspite of gray hair, wrinkles, and that extra weight you’ve put on over the years. It doesn’t take much to be a hero to a grandchild…just love…and that comes pretty naturally.

Grandkids are life’s great reward for all those times you threatened to, but did not kill your own kids. It’s even worth getting old for. (Cali Grimshaw)"

Yep...It was True Love at first site for sure! I have such a deep love for each of these Cute funny Valentines. They bring great joy into each day of my life. I LOVE YOU DEAR ONES... YOU MAKE ME SMILE WITH MY HEART!

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Jamilla said...: That is so cute!; February 16, 2011 at 5:21 AM

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My Loves 2014

My Eternal Companion
The temple
My testimony of Christ
My kids
Ian, Mike, Melissa, Damon, Jamilla, Chelsea, Josh & Chey
My Grandkids all 13
My Parents
My Sisters
My Brother
Ordinary Miracles.
Knowing my kids are happy.
Prayer
My Santana, AHHH!
The gift of this beautiful day!
The gift of life!
The joy of love
The blessings of heaven!
New Beginnings.
Welcoming in the New Year
The Power of the Priesthood in my home-it blesses my life every single day!

facetime with my kids & Grands.
Running in the Beauty of Snow.
Sweet Childhood memories.
BJ Dog- I miss my furry Friend.
The feeling of Peace.
Hugs.
Tearful good-byes.
A Beautiful Snow Storm.
Valentine Dinners with my Love.
Prayers given in behalf of my Children.
Prayers Answered in Behalf of my Children.
God's Great Love and Kindness.
Prayers for my Grandchildren. May they grow in the Knowledge of their Lord and feel the love He has for them. Bless them and Their Parents.
A beautiful winter sunrise.
New awakenings.
Visits from loved ones.
Stake Conference Sundays.
Feeling life and feeling alive.
Tears of Joy.
Skype Hide and Seek Moments with my grands.
Watching a really good movie.

Watching old movies with my love!

Watching Masterpeice Theater Classics
A winter nap.
Grateful Children.
Precious notes of love and gratitude from my Children.
Grandpa Stubbs Hugs.
Being in the temple with loved ones.
Grandma Stubbs Bread.
Sleeping in.
Mission Calls close to home.
Hot cocoa.

Long walks.

100 mile running challenges from Ian.

Being able to fly to see the kids.

Cheys job with skywest.

Realizing that your trial isn't that bad and opportunities to serving those who have it much worse.
Hope of Spring.
The first sightings of green grass and spring blossoms.
Spending a day just being with Bob.
Being a advocate for marriage...Helping the Lord save marriages and families.
Focusing on the Goal...NOT THE FEAR!
God's help in both good times and hard times.
Eternal Marriage...Such a blessing and It's so worth working for.

Dowdle puzzles.

Hopes and dreams.

Good health.

Pena Parties.

IF I HAD MY LIFE TO LIVE OVER... by: Erma Bombeck

II would have gone to bed when I was sick instead of pretending the earth would go into a holding pattern if I weren't there for the day.

I would have burned the pink candle sculpted like a rose before it melted in storage.

I would have talked less and listened more.

I would have invited friends over to dinner even if the carpet was stained, or the sofa faded.

I would have eaten the popcorn in the 'good' living room and worried much less about the dirt when someone wanted to light a fire in the fireplace.

I would have taken the time to listen to my grandfather ramble about his youth.

I would never have insisted the car windows be rolled up on a summer day.

I would have sat on the lawn with my children and not worried about grass stains.

I would have cried and laughed less while watching television-and more while watching life.

I would never have bought anything just because it was practical, wouldn't show soil, or was guaranteed to last a lifetime.

Instead of wishing away nine months of pregnancy, I'd have cherished every moment and realized that the wonderment growing inside me was the only chance in life to assist God in a miracle.

When my kids kissed me impetuously, I would never have said, "Later. Now go get washed up for dinner."

There would have been more "I love you's.". More "I'm sorry's" ...But mostly, given another shot at life, I would seize every minute... look at it and really see it ... live it...and never give it back.

Stop sweating the small stuff. Don't worry about who doesn't like you, who has more, or who's doing what.

Instead, let's cherish the relationships we have with those who Do love us. Let's think about what God HAS blessed us with.

And what we are doing each day to promote ourselves mentally, physically, emotionally, as well as spiritually.

THOUGHT FOR THE MONTH: Jeffery R. Holland

We have a life of devoted discipleship to give in demonstrating our love of the Lord.

There is almost no group in history for whom I have more sympathy than I have for the eleven remaining Apostles immediately following the death of the Savior of the world. I think we sometimes forget just how inexperienced they still were and how totally dependent upon Jesus they had of necessity been. To them He had said, “Have I been so long time with you, and yet hast thou not known me … ?”¹

But, of course, to them He hadn’t been with them nearly long enough. Three years isn’t long to call an entire Quorum of Twelve Apostles from a handful of new converts, purge from them the error of old ways, teach them the wonders of the gospel of Jesus Christ, and then leave them to carry on the work until they too were killed. Quite a staggering prospect for a group of newly ordained elders.

Especially the part about being left alone. Repeatedly Jesus had tried to tell them He was not going to remain physically present with them, but they either could not or would not comprehend such a wrenching thought. Mark writes:

“He taught his disciples, and said unto them, The Son of man is delivered into the hands of men, and they shall kill him; and after that he is killed, he shall rise the third day.

“But they understood not that saying, and were afraid to ask him.”²

Then, after such a short time to learn and even less time to prepare, the unthinkable happened, the unbelievable was true. Their Lord and Master, their Counselor and King, was crucified. His mortal ministry was over, and the struggling little Church He had established seemed doomed to scorn and destined for extinction. His Apostles did witness Him in His resurrected state, but that only added to their bewilderment. As they surely must have wondered, “What do we do now?” they turned for an answer to Peter, the senior Apostle.

Here I ask your indulgence as I take some nonscriptural liberty in my portrayal of this exchange. In effect, Peter said to his associates: “Brethren, it has been a glorious three years. None of us could have imagined such a few short months ago the miracles we have seen and the divinity we have enjoyed. We have talked with, prayed with, and labored with the very Son of God Himself. We have walked with Him and wept with Him, and on the night of that horrible ending, no one wept more bitterly than I. But that is over. He has finished His work, and He has risen from the tomb. He has worked out His salvation and ours. So you ask, ‘What do we do now?’ I don’t know more to tell you than to return to your former life, rejoicing. I intend to ‘go a fishing.’” And at least six of the ten other remaining Apostles said in agreement, “We also go with thee.” John, who was one of them, writes, “They went forth, and entered into a ship immediately.”³

But, alas, the fishing wasn’t very good. Their first night back on the lake, they caught nothing—not a single fish. With the first rays of dawn, they disappointedly turned toward the shore, where they saw in the distance a figure who called out to them, “Children, have you caught anything?” Glumly these Apostles-turned-again-fishermen gave the answer no fisherman wants to give. “We have caught nothing,” they muttered, and to add insult to injury, they were being called “children.”⁴

“Cast the net on the right side of the ship, and ye shall find,”⁵ the stranger calls out—and with those simple words, recognition begins to flood over them. Just three years earlier these very men had been fishing on this very sea. On that occasion too they had “toiled all the night, and [had] taken nothing,”⁶ the scripture says. But a fellow Galilean on the shore had called out to them to let down their nets, and they drew “a great multitude of fishes,”⁷ enough that their nets broke, the catch filling two boats so heavily they had begun to sink.

Now it was happening again. These “children,” as they were rightly called, eagerly lowered their net, and “they were not able to draw it for the multitude of fishes.”⁸ John said the obvious: “It is the Lord.”⁹ And over the edge of the boat, the irrepressible Peter leaped.

After a joyful reunion with the resurrected Jesus, Peter had an exchange with the Savior that I consider the crucial turning point of the apostolic ministry generally and certainly for Peter personally, moving this great rock of a man to a majestic life of devoted service and leadership. Looking at their battered little boats, their frayed nets, and a stunning pile of 153 fish, Jesus said to His senior Apostle, “Peter, do you love me more than you love all this?” Peter said, “Yea, Lord; thou knowest that I love thee.”¹⁰

The Savior responds to that reply but continues to look into the eyes of His disciple and says again, “Peter, do you love me?” Undoubtedly confused a bit by the repetition of the question, the great fisherman answers a second time, “Yea, Lord; thou knowest that I love thee.”¹¹

The Savior again gives a brief response, but with relentless scrutiny He asks for the third time, “Peter, do you love me?” By now surely Peter is feeling truly uncomfortable. Perhaps there is in his heart the memory of only a few days earlier when he had been asked another question three times and he had answered equally emphatically—but in the negative. Or perhaps he began to wonder if he misunderstood the Master Teacher’s question. Or perhaps he was searching his heart, seeking honest confirmation of the answer he had given so readily, almost automatically. Whatever his feelings, Peter said for the third time, “Lord, … thou knowest that I love thee.”¹²

To which Jesus responded (and here again I acknowledge my nonscriptural elaboration), perhaps saying something like: “Then Peter, why are you here? Why are we back on this same shore, by these same nets, having this same conversation? Wasn’t it obvious then and isn’t it obvious now that if I want fish, I can get fish? What I need, Peter, are disciples—and I need them forever. I need someone to feed my sheep and save my lambs. I need someone to preach my gospel and defend my faith. I need someone who loves me, truly, truly loves me, and loves what our Father in Heaven has commissioned me to do. Ours is not a feeble message. It is not a fleeting task. It is not hapless; it is not hopeless; it is not to be consigned to the ash heap of history. It is the work of Almighty God, and it is to change the world. So, Peter, for the second and presumably the last time, I am asking you to leave all this and to go teach and testify, labor and serve loyally until the day in which they will do to you exactly what they did to me.”

Then, turning to all the Apostles, He might well have said something like: “Were you as foolhardy as the scribes and Pharisees? As Herod and Pilate? Did you, like they, think that this work could be killed simply by killing me? Did you, like they, think the cross and the nails and the tomb were the end of it all and each could blissfully go back to being whatever you were before? Children, did not my life and my love touch your hearts more deeply than this?”

My beloved brothers and sisters, I am not certain just what our experience will be on Judgment Day, but I will be very surprised if at some point in that conversation, God does not ask us exactly what Christ asked Peter: “Did you love me?” I think He will want to know if in our very mortal, very inadequate, and sometimes childish grasp of things, did we at least understand one commandment, the first and greatest commandment of them all—“Thou shalt love the Lord thy God with all thy heart, and with all thy soul, and with all thy strength, and with all thy mind.”¹³ And if at such a moment we can stammer out, “Yea, Lord, thou knowest that I love thee,” then He may remind us that the crowning characteristic of love is always loyalty.

“If ye love me, keep my commandments,”¹⁴ Jesus said. So we have neighbors to bless, children to protect, the poor to lift up, and the truth to defend. We have wrongs to make right, truths to share, and good to do. In short, we have a life of devoted discipleship to give in demonstrating our love of the Lord. We can’t quit and we can’t go back. After an encounter with the living Son of the living God, nothing is ever again to be as it was before. The Crucifixion, Atonement, andResurrection of Jesus Christ mark the beginning of a Christian life, not the end of it. It was this truth, this reality, that allowed a handful of Galilean fishermen-turned-again-Apostles without “a single synagogue or sword”¹⁵ to leave those nets a second time and go on to shape the history of the world in which we now live.

I testify from the bottom of my heart, with the intensity of my soul, to all who can hear my voice that those apostolic keys have been restored to the earth, and they are found in The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. To those who have not yet joined with us in this great final cause of Christ, we say, “Please come.” To those who were once with us but have retreated, preferring to pick and choose a few cultural hors d’oeuvres from the smorgasbord of the Restoration and leave the rest of the feast, I say that I fear you face a lot of long nights and empty nets. The call is to come back, to stay true, to love God, and to lend a hand. I include in that call to fixed faithfulness every returned missionary who ever stood in a baptismal font and with arm to the square said, “Having been commissioned of Jesus Christ.”¹⁶ That commission was to have changed your convert forever, but it was surely supposed to have changed you forever as well. To the youth of the Church rising up to missions and temples and marriage, we say: “Love God and remain clean from the blood and sins of this generation. You have a monumental work to do, underscored by that marvelous announcement President Thomas S. Monson made yesterday morning. Your Father in Heaven expects your loyalty and your love at every stage of your life.”

To all within the sound of my voice, the voice of Christ comes ringing down through the halls of time, asking each one of us while there is time, “Do you love me?” And for every one of us, I answer with my honor and my soul, “Yea, Lord, we do love thee.” And having set our “hand to the plough,”¹⁷ we will never look back until this work is finished and love of God and neighbor rules the world. In the name of Jesus Christ, amen

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