Tuesday, August 2, 2022

Timepiece Ranch

From July 27 to July 31, I experienced the joy of seeing my beautiful daughter Bianca get a break. She had told me about wanting to write a children's book but never has found the time to do it with four energetic kiddos to care for. Two in kindergarten and two still in diapers. I knew deep in my heart how much she would benefit from the writer's retreat hosted by Richard Paul Evans at the Timepiece Ranch in Southern Utah so I invited her to come along. 


I am writing a memoir and wanted to attend it last year but I couldn’t. After I heard people raved about it, I wanted to go this year no matter what and I convinced Bianca to come. I am grateful she accepted. This experienced opened my eyes as a writer and no doubt, it changed my life for the better and Bianca’s too. She was all ears, taking notes. She even got to perform which she hasn’t done in years. 

 

We both had such a blast! We laughed and cried together and even got lost too. Lucky for us, Bianca knew who to call for help and the angels came. Richard and Diane went to find us and even drove in the muddy dirt road to where the car was stuck to pick up our things. It had been raining cats and dogs! 

 

The next day, Lynn and Richard got the car out of the mud. What a relief that was for me since it was a borrowed car.  I always suspected I had issues with sense of direction and this incident confirms it. I didn’t know where North was! I very important thing to know when following a map. It was hard to leave the Ranch. It is such a beautiful peaceful place where I learned so much from some of the most amazing humans you could meet on this planet! 

















 

Monday, August 1, 2022

Coming Home

Don’t cry for me Argentina! 

We have moved! Only a few months ago we were so happy that finally we were going to explore the South America South Área. Argentina had a strict lockdown during the pandemic and ironically now that we are starting to go back to normal, we had all these amazing trips in the works, but the Lord had other plans.

Endings are always hard. We love you all so much my dear friends with whom we shared wonderful memories for the past three years. Letting go of you it’s hard. But endings are also necessary as they allow for new beginnings to occur. If nothing ever came to an end then nothing new could ever begin.

Daniel received a new assignment in the Central States and Canada. It’s official, we have moved back home to reside in Bountiful, Utah.



Saturday, July 9, 2022

Baptism for Chris

This was a special day in the life of Analia and Spencer's oldest son, Christopher. They decided to come to Utah for his baptism, that way more people could attend. If they had stayed in Nebraska we would have been the only ones who would have traveled to Grand Island. It was so much easier for them to come here than for all of us to go there.

The baptism was done in Farmington and Andres as the Bishop of his ward, presided and welcomed everyone. He was a little stressed out because the air conditioning went out on them that's very day. Jami and Vale gave the talks. Spencer Krone  baptized him and Daniel did the confirmation. 

Afterwards we went to Tuscanos to celebrate as a  family. This baptism turned out very expensive. It felt more like a wedding than a baptism but what is important is that Daniel was so happy and that is all worth it. 

It was a good day!

Con amor,

Vero


 

Thursday, June 9, 2022

My first child turns 40!

Today marks a special day! 


40 years ago, has always symbolized for me the first day of the rest of my life and changed it forever in the most amazing way. Happy birthday to my amazing daughter Cristi Dame. I’m so proud of the woman you are. You have taught me the true meaning of love and compassion. I am so grateful to call you mine. Now that you have children of your own, you can understand when I say that no matter how old you get, to me, you will always be my baby. Love you to the moon and back!

Monday, February 21, 2022

Tuesday 2/22/22

Today is Tuesday 2/22/ 22
It takes two to tango,
is a phrase I have heard before
many times!
Getting married is easy
but staying together is what counts!
Is not about how much love
we started out with at the beginning,
it’s how much love we are building
day in and day out to keep enduring.
Today I am thankful for
My forever friend Daniel,
and my better half;
for without him, we would not
Have the amazing children,
And grandchildren
We adore sooooo much!
Twenty- five grandkids to be exact!
And one on the way!
Hurray!
Happy “Twos-day”
A one in a lifetime date!


Wednesday, February 16, 2022

Nixon is 12

I can’t believe this handsome grandson is twelve today!
Nixon, we love your sincere giving heart, always aware of others around you. You are turning into a wonderful young man, an awesome brother and amazing son. Happiest Birthday and can’t wait to see you again. Love you so much!



Sunday, January 2, 2022

I was young once

I was young once . . . to all my female friends from 60 years and up... most of us are going through the next phase of our lives. We're at that age where we see more and more wrinkles appear each day, gray hair and extra pounds.

Menopause is now a distant memory, and I am grateful for that! We see the cute 25-year-olds and reminisce. But we were also 25, just as they will one day be our age. What they bring to the table with their youth and zest, we bring our wisdom and experience. 

We have raised families, run households, paid the bills, dealt with diseases, betrayal, sadness and everything else life has assigned us. We are survivors... we are warriors in the quiet... we are women...like a classic car or a fine wine. 

Even if our bodies may not be what they once were, they carry our souls, our courage and our strength. We shall all enter this chapter of our lives with humility, grace and pride over everything we have been through and should never feel bad about getting older. 

I learned from my reading last week of Moses 1 that our divine worth is infinite and never changes. Our Heavenly Father loves us regardless of what we look like or how old we are. It's a privilege that is denied to so many.