We came home from a family reunion last week and as I was flipping through the picture gallery on my phone I noticed that I only had one picture. One. One? How is that possible? I was either having fun, trying to keep my kids alive, worrying, or I'm the worst picture taker ever. Or all of the above.

I hope my children's memories are good enough. Not too good that they'll remember every detail of the mommy tantrum in the front seat and banning all movies in the car forever (which lasted three days), but good enough that they'll remember cousins on SeaDoos, swimming across the pool, and special time with PopPop where they got to hear their Great Grandpa tell them how much he loved them and him bear his testimony of the Savior. Through the muffled ugly crying of every female in my family, the thing that stood out to me the most was,

"I hope I've been an example to you. I hope you will take it and improve upon it."

I am doing the best I can.