Baby quilt

New babies are coming to our family. That means new quilts. I have one done before the baby has arrived. Miraculous. 

All wrapped up and ready to gift. 

The quilting. 

The back and the front. 

I have been loving this pattern. The squares are big enough to show the fabric and small enough to make it interesting. I’ve been able to use up fabric that I have on hand. And I think it’s fun. 

Scripture 3 Nephi

I have been reading a bit differently lately. I have changed my focus, and I have fallen out of the habit of these posts. But I did want to document my new focus, and today I saw something new because of it and decided to write about it. 

I have been marking the scriptures in a new way. 

I have been marking the names of Jesus in purple, the name of the Father in royal blue and the name of the Spirit in sky blue. 

Having just celebrated the 4th of July, this scripture almost shouted at me. The establishment of our country was arranged by the Father. Our freedom is a gift from the Father. All so we could receive the covenant. I have known this, but this verse says it so clearly. And Jesus teaches of the Father. He is referenced so often in 3rd Nephi. There is no question that Jesus is separate and yet United to his Father and His will. 

Scattered

I have been scattered lately. I have been driving back and forth between Colorado and Idaho. Total driving time one way is about 12 hours. Usually I split it at SLC and stay with my family before continuing on the road to Craig and Boaz or coming back to my solitary house. The house is on the market and I have a job at the college in Durango. 

I have wondered what I could write, but the solitude weighs on my mind and body and I find myself not doing what I should. This blog being one of the things I have let slide. 

I have been mowing the lawn, changing the hose, and working sporadically on a quilt. I’ve kept the house up, although I need to do last minute spiffing up to erase all evidence that I am living here. Nothing on the counter. All my stuff that I scatter in the day cleared. Dusting and sweeping. We had some one look yesterday. I am hopeful. 

When I am in Idaho, Colorado is far from my focus and thoughts. When I am in Colorado, I miss what I left in Idaho. Starting the middle of the month, I will be back to full time employment and sneaking away to visit Boaz and Craig will be harder to do. 

Today we all theee are physically scattered across the eastern states. I am in Colorado. Craig is in Idaho. And Boaz is in California. 

Craig took this to send to me from Montana. 

He is super excited to go and visit his besties. His people. The ones we took him away from a year ago. Although he has been very adult about our decision and has not acted out or pouted. He has soldiered on with our somewhat gypsy lifestyle. 

We send pictures through texts. 

I sent these on Wednesday. 

The college exists in a truce with the local wildlife, as long as we humans are wise and careful. 

Just hanging out in the heat of the day. 

A way to get around campus. Normally I walk and enjoy the excersize. But I knew Craig would love thinking that I got to drive the gold cart. 

I get pictures like these:

On the river. 

Getting ready for the river. 

And when I am there, I take pictures like these:

He goes wherever we take him and is happy. 

He loves the mountains, lakes, and rivers. 

He loves his dog and the dog has so many firsts. She loves her boy. 

Looking for possible fishing holes. 

And of course I look for the flowers along the way. 

Transition time is awkward and hopeful and sad and happy. All the feels, as Josh would say.