Tender Mercy 8: The Facebook Post and The Mountain Road

This post comes from my dear friend, Ilse Smith Moore. Her experience with a very dangerous near-car-accident and the Facebook post that instructed her on how to respond to it is truly nothing short of a tender mercy and miracle. Here is her story, in her own words.

There was a time in my life where I began to get very anxious every time I got behind the wheel of the car. The very thought of a car accident (or that something bad would happen in general) really upset me.  No one wants to cause an accident or lose control of their vehicle. I was especially afraid of someone in my family getting hurt. This might sound silly to some people-and maybe it is-but it was a very real fear for me.
The issue got worse the older I got, I think because I felt like I had so much more to lose now. I don't like being afraid, it makes me feel so helpless. I began to realize that my fears were starting to have a lot of power over me and kept me from having fun and enjoying my time with my family whenever we traveled. I started to pray for more faith from my Heavenly Father, and little by little, I started to feel more comfortable handing my worries over to him.
Last December my family and I took a trip up north to spend Christmas in Utah. The drive up went smoothly and we all had a marvelous time with friends and family members. No one was ready to go home, but jobs, school and obligations were tugging at us from our home in good ol' Arizona.
We loaded up our car and headed home. I began to feel uneasy about the drive home almost immediately.  I tried to remember that Heavenly Father was in charge and that he would look out for us, but I still struggled to find peace. I was finally able to find comfort a few hours later when I was checking and answering messages on a social media site. A post popped up on my feed that was written by a woman in my ward. She wrote about how she was driving home in a rain storm when a huge gust of wind suddenly caused her car to hydroplane.
In her terror, she heard a voice calmly tell her what she should do as her car spun out of control. Her post greatly detailed how she handled her car. She kept it from flipping by pumping the breaks and turning her wheel into the curve the vehicle was making.  Reading about her experience gave me strength I was needing, but I still felt like something wasn't quite right but decided to not let it worry me and I prayed for guidance instead.
Just then my husband, who was driving, asked if we could switch. We pulled over and jumped behind the wheel and started up the engine.  I hadn't been paying much attention to where we were, but then saw that we were driving on a very curvy, narrow mountain path with a sheer drop off to the left.
I was feeling a bit uncomfortable navigating this road and my fears were threatening to resurface but I was determined to have faith. The words I had just read on Facebook about the car hydroplaning were running through my head over and over again. It was almost like I had memorized them, especially the part about how my friend had handled her car.
At this time we were coming up to yet another curve when I felt impressed to slow down. Sure enough, as soon as we came around the bend, we hit a huge patch of ice and I immediately lost control of the car. As we careened into the left lane heading straight towards the drop, the back end of the car was flying around and we started to spin. I knew that I had to get control immediately; we were about to go over the edge of the mountain! I couldn't see ahead or behind us and also feared a car could come rushing around the bend at any moment from either direction and hit us.
Here I was, smack dab in the middle of one of my biggest fears, and yet, I was surprisingly, completely calm. Recalling what I had just read, I knew exactly what to do! I resisted the urge to slam on my breaks and pumped them instead. I turned my wheel into the fish tail, and the car responded by swinging in the other direction. I continued turning the wheel again and again to gain more control.  Slowly bur surely, our car started to straighten out and I was able to pull us back into our lane, and then to the side of the road.  No sooner had I done this when a bunch of cars came flying around the corner. We had just narrowly missed being hit!  My family and I sat there and stared at each other in silence. until someone started giggling and soon the whole car full of us started laughing. We were so happy to be safe and sound on the side of the road.
Coincidences can happen, but it is my belief that Heavenly Father prepared me for that moment and He gave me an opportunity to face my fear. It had been years since I had to drive in ice and snow. It was no accident that I had read that woman's post; it told me exactly how I needed to react to my own dangerous situation. Heavenly Father could have rescued me from my anxieties and protected me from ever having any driving problems for the rest of my life. (I do admit I originally hoped he would do that!) But I am so grateful that He let me face my challenges head on. He let me see that I was capable of handling my fears. He let me see firsthand that He had heard my prayers and that even though bad things can happen, He will protect us from harm.

Tender Mercy 7: Chance Encounter of a Lifetime

So I have an aspiration to write a book about how I came to understand the real purpose in my adversities and how they helped me come unto Christ.


Some people may see it as just a pipe dream-I'll admit, I still wonder about that. But the truth is that Heavenly Father has given me a great many challenges in this life not so I can just grow from them myself, but so that I can help others come to an understanding of their own challenges and be able to recognize and accept Him in their own lives.  I don't just have a dream to share this, I have been compelled to. Recently the Lord told me something that I have heard before (hence all these blogs of mine), but not with as much power as this time: "You have had hard experiences; you have a testimony of them. You have a voice [to share them]. USE IT."  That struck me to the core. It's rare that I get inspiration or guidance through specific words, so when I get them, I realllllly listen. These words say it perfectly...

I prayed hard in the days after receiving this inspiration to know if I should really do this. And I have felt the same good, powerful feeling, over and over again, that I should.
The truth is, I don't know if I will ever accomplish this. It's kinda huge, you know? In order to be picked up by a publishing company, you have to be noticed by them first. You have to have some kind of recognition and following first. That's my first hurdle. But I know that I must move forward and try to. From there, I trust Heavenly Father will make whatever He wants to happen, happen. So I've come up with a plan and started to move forward with it. And part of that plan is praying for opportunities to get my voice heard, and for an "in" into the writing world, so to speak. And yesterday, Heavenly Father answered that prayer in what I think is a very awesome way.
My husband, Brian, and I had gone to City Creek Center to drop off his computer at the Apple Store, and my husband suggested we go into Deseret Book before we left. Well, I forgot and he remembered as we pulled out of the parking garage about that DB part. Brian suggested we go back, but I wasn't in the mood. I was sick and tired and just wanted to head to our next destination without a delay so we could get home ASAP. But he persisted-which I soon became extremely grateful for-and I agreed about a minute later and we made a few turns back to another parking lot entrance. Little did I know that our "delay" would bring a tender mercy for my desire to write this book. Oh, the Lord is so good and he orchestrates EVERYTHING!!
It was after we walked in the door and towards the portrait section that I saw a man sitting behind a table filled with books and a sign that said:
"Dean Hughes Book Signing
November 29, 11:00 am"

I had to do a double take! Dean Hughes??? I absolutely LOVE this man! He is the author of several LDS books, and his Heart of the Children and Children of the Promise Series are two of my favorite series of books. I had no idea he'd be here for a signing, it was a delightful bonus! We passed by his table and I told Brian, "I want to stop and talk to him for a few". It was perfect timing, just barely 11:00 and not a single soul was at or coming to his table.
"Mr. Hughes?" I asked as I approached his table slowly. (I realized as soon as I said it that I should have said "Brother" Hughes, haha.)
Yes!" He said as I extended my hand to shake his.
I started by telling him that I loved his books and thanked him for writing. I told him I loved to write as well.  He inquired as to what I liked to write. I told him that I journal and blog, inspiration-based, but that I had just started writing what would be a book about the adversities I've had in my life and what I have learned from them. From there, we had a 5-minute conversation in which he told about and invited me to attend a writing conference that he and a few other LDS writers held in Midway once a year. I could hardly believe it! What an incredible opportunity, and straight from the author!
The main thought going through my head while this conversation was still happening was that if we had remembered and gone into the store 15 minutes before, this would not have occurred. God is so good, and He makes miracles! Talking to Brother Hughes was a boost I needed and strengthened my resolve to keep moving towards this book. And attending this conference would be a great networking opportunity. It won't happen this upcoming year, as it occurs on our baby's due date, but the next year if I can make it! I don't know where this will eventually lead, but I do believe the possibilities are great. Those possibilities are only possible if I go after them, so that's what I'm going to do. Thanks to my Heavenly Father and his tender mercies :)

Tender Mercy 6: A Car Crash

Hello Friends! This next real account comes from my best friend, Rose Johnson. Rose and I have been through a lot together, and have shared many similar but separate experiences. One would be car crashes we were both in a few weeks apart from each other earlier this year. It was zany that they happened like that; and we helped each other in the aftermath in the best way we could. Rose directly benefited temporally from the crash in a way she never expected. I know how hard the crash and the ensuing challenges were afterward, and to know that it ended up benefiting her as it did, well, it's truly a tender mercy from a loving Heavenly Father :)

I never knew how I was going to pay for my wedding when that time in my life came around. I often thought and even sometimes worried about it.  I worked hard at my job and was able to support myself as a single woman, however was never able to save very much along the way.  I always had enough for my needs though. I was always taken care of by my loving Heavenly Father.  This alone was a tender mercy.  However, one of the biggest tender mercies that he showed me happened in January 2015. 

I was driving on my way to work in my 1997 black Honda Civic, the weather was foggy; which I thought was neat!  I was about a mile from my home when a car came out of no where and slammed into me sending my car across three lanes of the road.  I came to a stop and was completely fine besides being shaken up.  My car I wasn't sure, but once I got out I could see the damages were more than just minor.  We called the police and did all the necessary procedures that follow when involved in a car accident.  After many, many telephone calls, it was determined that my car was a total loss.  The process was hard and I was discouraged at times because of the slowness of it all.  I never realized how much I depended on my car until it had been taken away from me.  After a lot of waiting, I received a check in the mail that would allow me to find another car and be able to put a down payment on it.  I was happy and I considered this to be such a miraculous blessing alone.  I had no idea that the biggest tender mercy was still yet to occur. 

I felt that things in my life started to get back to normal after my car accident and the routines of life were at a good balance.   I had been dating an amazing man since November and things continued to progress in our courtship.  We soon were engaged and I found myself planning our wedding! It was fun, exciting and a lot of work.  It was probably the half way mark during wedding planning when I realized that the car accident I was involved in January was paying for our wedding in July.  The check that I received from the insurance company was more than I expected.  I actually was able to put most of it in savings.  I felt completely loved by my Heavenly Father for providing a way that I could marry the man I waited so long for.  

My husband too was a tender mercy that was placed in my life. I couldn't have made it through this experience without him.  As I look back on the past year, I can now better see all of the tender mercies along the way. I know that our Heavenly Father knows of every need and worry that we have and provides ways for them to be met. I never thought a car accident would be a tender mercy, but in my case it was. 

Rose Johnson-happily married to my sweetheart since July 2015

Tender Mercy 5: Discouraging Camper

This tender mercy comes from Staci Richardson, who is my husband's cousin and a woman I am so grateful to now know! While working at a girls camp over the summer, she prayed for something she needed and got it in a way which was at first challenging. It just goes to show that God answers prayers in mysterious but perfect ways. Here is Staci, and her story...

Sometimes trials can be tender mercies.  My tender mercy came in the form of a stubborn 13 year old girl. 

I had the privilege of working as a counselor at Oakcrest LDS Girls Camp this summer. As a counselor I would have a group of 8-12 girls each week. My responsibility was to love them, to help them feel and begin to recognize the Spirit, and to provide a positive example for them. 

During one of these weeks as a counselor, I didn’t feel that I was being firm enough with my girls. I always tried to push the girls to do hard things and do things they didn’t want to do, because I knew that by doing so they would grow. This particular week I was feeling discouraged because I felt like I wasn’t able to give correction in a loving way. I felt like I was nagging my girls all week to do the right thing and I didn’t like the feeling that I had at the end of the week after the girls left. 

I decided to pray to my Heavenly Father to help me have the experiences the following week that would show me that I can be firm and give correction lovingly. Well, the following Monday came and each counselor got her group of girls. I turned out only having nine, which was pretty small and I was excited to have such a small group. We returned to our cabin so that the girls could unpack. As we were in our cabin one of the assistant directors came with two more girls. Their names were Sarah and Mia, and they had been reassigned to our cabin for the week. Luckily they already knew a couple of girls in our cabin so I wasn’t worried about them making friends. 

Throughout the morning I noticed that Sarah was pretty negative and tended to put herself down a lot. As we got to lunch all of sudden she started talking about how much she didn’t want to be there and she wanted to go home. I remembered back to the prayer I had offered the previous week and knew Sarah was sent to my group for a reason. I knew she was a tender mercy. 

By the time Tuesday came along Sarah was pretty uncooperative and it was really affecting the rest of our group. I finally took her aside and talked to her. I told her that she had to make a choice. She could choose to be happy and have a good time or she could choose to be miserable. I was pretty firm with her but told her how much I loved her and wanted her to be happy and have a good time. I said a prayer with her at the end and afterwards told her that if I heard another negative thing about herself come out of her mouth then she would have to say three nice things about herself. 

I didn’t hear Sarah say another negative thing about herself the entire week. She was still a little stubborn throughout the week but I learned that as long as I was firm with her then it was okay. By the end of the week Sarah didn’t want to go home. She turned into one of the most loving 13 year old girls I have ever met. I know that Sarah was sent to my group to teach me that I COULD be firm and give correction in a loving way. It wasn’t easy, but it certainly was a tender mercy. I hold a special place in my heart for Sarah and all she taught me that week at Oakcrest Girls Camp.

Tender Mercy 4: The Portland Miracle

This tender mercy comes from Kira, one of my closest friend's. She and her mother were in Portland a couple of weekends ago, and while there got caught in an absolutely terrifying situation: on the road with three lanes worth of cars coming at them head-on. What they did next turned out to be their tender mercy. Here is Kira's story :)

Last weekend my mom and I drove to Portland, Oregon for my grandpa’s celebration of life. He actually passed away almost two months ago, but was cremated and didn’t want a service. Leading up to the trip we prepared the car….got the tires rotated, oil changed, new brakes, rotors and a new radiator since the old one had a slow leak. The car was prepped and ready to go! 
On Friday when we started making the 12 hour drive I was continuously praying that we would be safe and not have any car troubles. The last thing you want on a trip is car troubles. It was a long day. Driving for a day straight is exhausting! Finally around 7:30pm we arrived in Portland safe. 
We hadn’t booked a hotel beforehand (I forgot), and were trying to find someplace to stay. I had been trying to find someplace on my smart phone while driving throughout the day, but didn’t have any luck. I would usually get frustrated and stop looking. By this point, it was dark and we were tired. We wanted to stay somewhere close to Lake Oswego (where my step-grandma lives) and we missed the exit on the highway, so we took the next available exit. At the bottom of the exit ramp, we turned left and there was a Fred Meyer. My mom was driving, so I told her to pull into the parking lot so I could figure out where we were going. 
If you have ever been to Portland you know that it is an interesting city. All of the buildings are set back from the road and there are medians everywhere. There are three lanes going one way, a huge median with trees and flowers growing in it and then three lanes going the other way on the other side of the median. 
We were in Portland and still didn’t have a place to stay, so we called my step-grandma to ask for suggestions. She immediately told us to stay with her, but we didn’t really want to intrude and just wanted to crash that night from the long drive. She told us the name of a street (Kruse Way) where a lot of hotels were located, so we started to drive and see what we could find. I hadn’t found Kruse Way on my smartphone map yet, and my mom started driving. I wasn’t paying much attention because I was looking for Kruse Way. 
My mom got to the exit for Fred Meyer (the same one we entered from) and turned LEFT out of the exit. As soon as she turned and there was a median on my right side I said “Mom, we are going the wrong direction, turn around!”  We were in the inside lane right next to the median and going the wrong direction. My mom was confused and didn’t think she was going the wrong way, so she slowly kept driving. That’s when it happened, the scariest moment of my life! 
All of a sudden the light from the highway exit turned green to all the cars turning LEFT from the exit ramp and they were heading straight towards us. 

Since we were in the inside lane there was NOTHING we could do except sit there and honk the car horn. The first two cars flew by us on the left side, and then a delivery truck was coming at us HEAD ON and VERY FAST. We were honking and screaming and I just knew we were going to get hit. Somehow, MIRACULOUSLY the delivery truck driver honked and barely missed us! I just knew he would at least clip our car since he was going so fast, but he didn’t!  Right after the delivery truck passed we tried to make a U turn and get out of the way, but there were still cars coming in the other two lanes and we were unable to make a U turn until they passed. Once we were making the U turn I noticed that our HEADLIGHTS WERE OFF! My mom had turned them off when we parked in Fred Meyer and hadn’t turned them back on. That makes the story that much MORE MIRACULOUS! The fact that we thought we were doing all we could to make the delivery driver see us by honking our horn was immaterial. It was DARK and we didn’t have our HEADLIGHTS on! The fact that the delivery truck driver saw us in enough time to miss us is INCOMPREHNSIBLE. 

I know with surety that Heavenly Father was watching out for us and protecting us! My prayer that we would be safe was answered! To this day, I can’t comprehend how the delivery truck missed us, but I am grateful and know that we are blessed! 
No matter what we pray for big or small, Heavenly Father is aware and eager to answer our prayers in His time. I’m so grateful for the power of prayer and these tender mercies that help us remember the things that really matter in life.

Tender Mercy 3: Tender Mercy of the Hospital Change

I am so excited to share a story from my friend, Natalia Garcia Davis. She is an amazing woman and mother. She's my first guest blogger, and her story is truly AMAZING. Here, in her own words, is the story of the tender mercy of a prompting that ended up saving her newborn daughter's life. Thank you Natalia for sharing!

I feel as though Heavenly Father has his arms wrapped around me.  Protecting me and blessing my life in a way that not many people in the world get to enjoy on a daily basis. One of the evidences of this is the miracles that occurred in bringing our daughter into our lives. 
First, I felt guided to change the location of her birth to IMC instead of Riverton hospital. I felt strongly prompted to do this a few weeks before my due date. IMC happens to have some of the best neonatal doctors and medical teams especially for complications during birth, as well as an excellent NICU and staff, which will be important later on in my story. I went into labor about 3 pm that day but didn't know it because it just felt like back pain. Then, around 8 or 9 pm that night I knew I was in labor and my water broke, but again I didn't know my water broke. This was because it wasn't a gush or spurt like most people I had talked to, but a slow, very gradual leak. Because of this I didn't admit myself to the hospital until about midnight when the contractions were getting more intense. 
Our daughter was born 3 and I/2 hours later. It was a very fast birth, way faster than I expected. When she came out she was not breathing and the intensive care "crash team" immediately came in and got to work resuscitating her. I found out later the cord had been wrapped around her neck and was choking her as I pushed her out. Because of this,  I am so grateful that I happened to be at a hospital that dealt with this so well and was especially prepared for these kind of situations.  She was breathing well within a couple minutes. 
I also found out later that if I had stayed with my former provider,  they did not have the same kind of staff and unit ready and had a much smaller intensive care unit, and that they would have life flighted her out to a different hospital and they would not have let me in to see her so shortly after her birth.  I got to enjoy precious hours with her after her birth because I was at IMC. 
She also developed a serious bacterial infection where her white blood cell count was 23 and it should have been no higher than 1.5! She was admitted to the intensive care unit and was well after one week. I am certain that she would have died, if this had happened in a different time without all the available care and technology that we have now. 
I also felt that I was surrounded and supported by many deceased family members beyond the veil, especially my sweet grandmother who passed away the fall prior. I felt the presence of her loving, quiet strength throughout my most intense moments of labor. For all these reasons, I know with a sure clarity that God extends tender mercies to us all, especially in our darkest moments and challenging experiences. He doesn't take the trials or problems away, but he does extend tender mercies!

Natalia, her husband Micah and their daughter Eliza :)

Tender Mercies 2: Trimester One

These past 6 weeks have been some of the most challenging and trying of my life...and with my medical history, that's saying something :) It has also been bountiful with tender mercies. I haven't written about them until now because it all has to do with a little bit of news that we've been keeping hush-hush...until now. The reason....I'm pregnant! We've hit the 11 week mark, had our first doctor appt and second ultrasound, and are ready to announce it to our family and friends. You have no idea how liberating and exciting it is to finally share the news!

I always wondered how my body would respond to pregnancy. Now I know. It has been like nothing I have ever experienced before. Let's try to paint for you an accurate picture, shall we?

Imagine the worst nausea you've ever had, times it by 3 and it DOESN'T. GO. AWAY. FOR. WEEKS. You are extremely fatigued but are unable to sleep more than 2-3 hours in a 24-hour period, are shaky, physically weak, and your heart pounds so hard it feels it's going to jump out of your chest. You also have severe headaches and abdominal pain, and all tastes and smells disgust you-even that fabulously-scented soap that your friend gave you for Christmas! Gag!-and the look of and thought of any food makes you want to hurl. All. The. Time. For the first 4 weeks I was in survival-mode: living simply to be able to eat, sleep and go to the bathroom. Those were the main priorities, and my body had to fight for them.
It's one of the lowest places I have been in my life. I could not control it, and the medications and suggestions to remedy the sickness either worked a bit or had no effect at all. It was a very lonely and dark place to be. A very dark place.
Life was constant misery, lived laying down on a couch in a tiny apartment, alone, with every smell and taste, loud sound, bright light, movement, or even touch from other people surrounding me increasing the sickness. I just wanted night to come so I could try and sleep and escape it all, even if only for a few hours. I could hardly work, go to church and my social calendar became completely non-existent. Never before had I been so isolated and felt so alone. My other illnesses had never taken me completely out of life and functioning like this one.
I felt no excitement over a baby coming from all of this because I couldn't grasp that glimmer in the middle of all of the crud. I knew the Savior was there, but I needed some human supporters. But because we weren't telling most people, not even family yet, I was going through this so utterly, utterly alone. A few of the people I did tell out of necessity responded to my plight by saying, "Sometimes you just have to push through it", or "I couldn't take a break when I had morning sickness. I had to work, be a mom and do everyday things."
Couldn't these people see that I was already pushing myself hard to function? Couldn't they see that I couldn't control what was happening to my body? That I could hardly hold myself up? That I was literally breaking down right before their eyes because I could hardly eat? Couldn't they see that I needed some understanding, even if they couldn't understand what I was going through because they hadn't experienced it themselves?
I wanted it all to end, but never once, did I want this pregnancy to end. I never wanted that life inside me to cease simply so I could feel better. I had a bit of faith carrying me through, and I held onto it like the Iron Rod. 
So I started asking the Lord for some tender mercies, specifically to help me not feel alone. I asked for understanding and support from other people. And one by one, sometimes in throngs, he delivered.
The first was having our first ultrasound at 7 weeks. Being able to see that baby brought beauty to the pregnancy in the midst of the misery. 

We have a blueberry! Or rather, a blueberry-sized baby!

The primary president in our ward cheerfully took over singing time for the 3 weeks when I couldn't attend church. One of the gals in the Primary presidency had also been very sick with her pregnancies and we sparked a budding friendship. My husband told the primary gals that I am not the kind to ask for help, and they gave him their phone numbers and told him if  I wouldn't ask for help for him to tell them instead! The bond that has developed with these women has been very strong and I know I can turn to them.
My friend and supervisor at work helped come up with a plan to help lighten my load right now. I have fewer kids on my caseload, and I won't have to see kids later into the afternoon when the sickness is the worst. This was a huge blessing!
My sister has been one of the biggest supports of all. She gets horrendously ill with her pregnancies-hyperemesis gravidarum anyone? She definitely had it MUCH worse than me, and is the closest person to me who knows what this is like. I cannot express how grateful I am for her! She checks in with me, has offered help and talks with me when I am having an especially hard time. I wish she hadn't gone through what she did-it was pure hell for her-but I am so grateful because it means she can be there for me in a way no one else can.
My closest friends have come to visit, one even bringing and making dinner for us! My best friend Sarah brought by a gift of a baby toy by last week to help me remember what the result of these 9 months will be, a beautiful child. In the throws of the first week of my illness, she sent me this, which I have continued to look at from time to time when I need help keeping perspective....

One of the biggest surprise blessings came in the form of some of the mothers that I work with that showered me with understanding because they had experienced the same thing. It was absolutely overwhelming! They validated how hard this can really be, and told me that if I ever couldn't keep my appointments with them because I was sick, they were totally okay with it. 
I had appointments with those mothers on some of the days that I was struggling the hardest, and they boosted me up in ways that no other person could have. I know that I was supposed to see them on those days,  or rather, that Heavenly Father knew I would need those mothers on those days, and he orchestrated it so I could have one morsel of empathy to help me get through one more day.  
That's the way Heavenly Father works. He doesn't always give us all we need or take our problems away immediately, but gives us little morsels, manna, if you will, to sustain us, one minute, hour, day or week at a time. And though that is hard to accept sometimes, I am glad for it. I see Him more because of the challenges in my life. I see His hand in the challenges, letting me know I am not alone, I am not forgotten, I am not unimportant to Him. It is in all the seemingly small and insignificant things that He does for me that show how significant I really am. 
Though the sickness is still here, it has lightened over the last few weeks with meds that help some, less stress and time. I have felt the power of the prayers of others as I try to function each day. I feel more excitement for this pregnancy and the baby that will be born. I am glad that through it all, Heavenly Father had poured out tender mercies upon me. And He really has poured them. I know He will continue to rain them down upon me, even in the midst of the raining down of trials and troubles. Because He loves me, and He is a God of Tender Mercies :)

Brian and I with our little one :)