Is that you?

Well, who knew that creating a blog would be so much work. I am plum tuckered from making up all of that fake information.

I guess introductions are in order. Hello everybody, my name is James. My wife talked me in to creating a blog. I think she is trying to get some deeper insight into my phyche. Well, I have been telling her since we met that she was the smart one in the relationship and this is my chance to prove it I guess.

I have actually been meaning to start a blog for awhile now. Ever since Sheri passed away and I have felt compelled to start one. One of the great things that she left behind was her blog. In it she shared funny moments with her children, husband and family members. She shared her frustrations, her joys, her trials and her loves. She left a piece of herself on her blog which after she was gone became a treasure to those who love her. I would like to dedicate my blog to her memory.

Wendi and I heard that her headstone and been put in. We hadn't been able to visit her grave since her burial since we couldn't find it. We went this week to visit her and see her headstone. We didn't remember exactly where it was, but it turned out that Wendi was right yet again. The headstone is beautiful and the cemetery is very nice. Being there brought all of the feelings right back and we stood there for a minute with a lump in our throats. It's really hard to believe that she is gone sometimes.

I heard a funny story from my 1st counselor that I thought I would share. His wife and eldest son (7 I think he said) went to the LDS book store to shop. His son found a CTR ring that he wanted really bad. He asked his mother if he could have it. She told him "no" because he already had one and that he didn't need another one. The finished their shopping and left going about their errands. Later that night she was doing laundry and found the CTR ring in his pocket. He had stolen a ring that is meant to remind people to "Choose the Right"!! Can you even fathom the irony here? It's like trying to understand a paradox, only it makes me laugh while it hurts.

And that, my friends, it what we call in the business a "wrap".