Love this cute little model.
Before I start telling more about our trip, I just want to express gratefulness that I am so blessed. Sometimes things happen in your life and you wonder why and what could have happened. On Saturday we were moving Caitlin to a home in Ogden and we were finished with the move but still had to come back to the rental in Logan to put a washer and dryer back in the spot that we had taken Caitlin's washer and dryer from. We, meaning Ryan and I had the washer in the back of the horse trailer and we had a dolly so we thought that instead of calling someone to come and help that we could just move it up the stairs ourselves. (first mistake.) It went well, (well,meaning, we struggled step by step to get it up to the top.) We were at the last step, Ryan was above pulling the dolly and I was below pushing the washer at each step, then as I was pushing I felt the washer slip and it had come off of the dolly and was coming down the stairs at me. I saw Ryan's face and his eyes were wide with terror as I realized he didn't have the washer any more and it was coming down the stairs at me. Later, Ryan expressed to me,why I didn't just start running down the stairs, I don't know I guess I thought I could save it from falling. I still had a hold of the bottom of it and put my shoulders and head down to try and stop it and stop it I did, with my head! It came down about 4-5 stairs and the washer hit me full force on the top of my head. I felt like I was going to black out, but my hands were still stuck under the bottom of the washer. My head felt like it was going to explode but I was worried about pinching my fingers and Ryan came down and got the washer off of my hands and then I kind of just collapsed on the stairs. My head was killing me and my neck kind of hurt and then Ryan said that blood was running down my face. I had my sunglasses on top of my head and the washer had broken them and the nose grips had made punch holes in my head. I sat there for a minute and realized I wouldn't be able to help him get the washer up or down the stairs, and knew I needed to get to my phone in the car to call for help. I left Ryan holding the washer on the stairs and called Isaac first but didn't get an answer, (it was his birthday and they were out celebrating.) I then called Mac and he said he would be right there. I went back to try and help Ryan, ( I wasn't much help, I felt like I just wanted to close my eyes and go to sleep.) Mac and Jess, came and Mac and Ryan got the washer up the stairs and Jess washed the blood off my face and tried to find the cuts through my matted hair. I didn't think it was too bad because I knew it didn't take much to make the scalp bleed pretty good. The punch holes were just oozing by that point so I figured they would heal in my hair okay. Ryan finished loading up what was left to go to the DI and as I sat there, or lied there on the couch I realized that I could have been hurt much worse, ( I could have broken my neck!!!) I was blessed and I am so grateful that I wasn't hurt worse,( because I was trying to stop a falling washer!) Some times we do stupid things and this was definitely up there with one of the stupidest. So even with my stupidity I was still blessed and I was spared. I think of this now, I made it home and left my matted blood hair until the next morning thinking it would close by the morning, which it did. I went to church, did my primary chorister duties, came home, went and celebrated Isaac's birthday, got up this morning and went to work, (had a little neck pain, but nothing much and am here and ready to go to bed.) Isn't that kind of a miracle? I think so and I just want to thank Him for all that I have been blessed with and as I look at these pictures in this post I am extremely grateful for all that I am blessed with. With that said, I will show you the rest of some of the pics of our trip to Nauvoo.
Here are the cute little pioneer children, ( they made these braids at the booths, which there were many, before the Nauvoo pageant.)
another picture of the cellar.
a picture at the blacksmith shop, where we got our prairie diamonds!
Liv and Sof with their diamonds.
We then went later to the Relief Society garden, Sof was having a hard time here, ( I think she was tired)
The sculptures here are amazing and so beautiful.
Here is Sof when she had her little break down in the garden. ( Can you see what the name of this sculpture is? I don't think Sof was feeling it,)
Yep, that was what she was NOT feeling.
Jack was happy though.
Grandpa looks tired.
Sof, did take this picture of me though, that made her a little more happy.
Funny Grandpa.
Sof, thinks this is her's.
See it's hers.
This is Liv's
Cute Olivia.
The Oxen were out shading under the trees.
This is Sunset by the Mississippi, the last time we came it was actually down by the Mississippi, they moved it up by the visitor's center. It is still one of my favorite shows.
I especially love this part where they play all of the military fight songs and those that served in the audience are to stand and be recognized. It always makes me so proud and grateful for my Dad when he stands and sometimes brings a tear to my eye for all those that fight for our country and my behalf.
Way to go Dad! I love you!!