This picture used to be my pride and joy, but the past six months or so, I've tried not to look at it too much. This family of mine has been through a pretty rough period, and it's not over.
I never knew before that one I loved so much was capable of causing so much pain.
But the healing process has begun. We are rebuilding. And would you believe it, we're already celebrating. Tonight for Mother's day some of the siblings and their families went to Mom and Dad's house. We had great food. We shared laughter and memories. We talked to Elder Monnett via Skype. And when the guys were cleaning up in the kitchen, they randomly paused to serenade me in the living room. Dad got Youtube to play accompaniment while Kendall sang the Philippino national anthem and Spencer danced the River Dance. It took me straight back to the good old days. Growing up in a family of entertainers, there is never a dull moment.
And the truth is, the good old days weren't as good as I thought they were. There was pain I couldn't see. And now that pain is out in the open where the sun will dry it up once and for all. We are moving forward and there is hope.
Praise God for hope.