




I've been very touched by the story of a little baby girl named Ruby & the journey of her & her family. She is a good friend of mines niece and is in desperate need of a liver transplant. Their faith and hope through the great pain and suffering of their child is truly inspirational. Theirs is a journey no family should have to go through and yet they've stood tall & let us peek into their world, see the ups and downs and be reminded yet again that the Savior is there with us each scary step ahead.
The old me thought I was tired and stressed out. The old me was unsatisfied with my clothes, my weight, and my ugly carpet. The old me dreaded hearing the babies cry over the monitor, too early in the morning. The old me was bored watching cartoons, and folding laundry. The old me hated making breakfast, and pour endless sippy's full of milk every day. The old me dreaded running errands with two kids to get in and out of car seats and into shopping carts. The old me did not think it was a big deal to spend a Saturday at the beach, or paddle boating around the lake. The old me was tired and grump from walking up the hill to our house from the lake. The old couldn't wait until nap time, when I could have some time to myself. The old me hated doing dishes, and checking the mail. The old me rushed bedtime and skipped pages in bedtime stories. The old me sang lullaby's quickly, and was relucted to sing, "just one more."