New Year's Resolution

Don't look back. Choose to change. Forgive and forget. The best is yet to be.

Good advice for any year. The best advice for every day.

2010 has been amazing. This is me choosing to make 2011 even better.

The Gift of Music

My Christmas 2010 has been blessed with the gift of music.
My calling in church is choir director; Dallin is the choir accompanist. I started thinking about the Christmas program around Halloween and we began practicing that music in mid-November. We had a beautiful program, which included the Primary children, the choir, and a vocal soloist. The true spirit of Christmas was communicated through the sacred music.
As the wife of a musician I have also enjoyed hearing Dallin play at many events, mostly on violin, where I was his official page turner. Our ward had a Christmas devotional (instead of a Christmas party focused on Santa) with the theme "Come to Bethlehem" that yet again communicated through music the miracle of the Savior's birth, and our invitation to come and see.
We attended the popular and talented Colorado Mormon Chorale who gave a wonderful concert full of the message of the season. One of the treats during the time we visited my family was going to a musical theatrical performance called, "Savior of the World", which begins with Elisabeth and Zacharias being blessed with a son and ends after Christ's resurrection. The play was full of emotion as some of the most miraculous events in history were portrayed.
Dallin and I learned Christmas music on soprano recorders and shared it with others, including my family. Dallin played some Christmas mandolin, and I was privileged to hear him practice, at least ten times the Adolphe Adam piano accompaniment part for "O Holy Night" ( I never tire of that beautiful piece!)
When I was at home or in the car, almost without exception, I was listening to the local classical music station. The station focused on the sacred and traditional, and played amazing choral arrangements of some of the best loved Christmas carols through the ages.
I am so impressed by the plethora and quality of music celebrating the birth and mission and life of the Savior. What a blessing to hear these timeless favorites and their powerful message! What a gift to be reminded how in "once in royal David's city stood a lowly cattle shed" where the "little Lord Jesus laid down his sweet head". How beautiful to remember the prophesies fulfilled, "baby Jesus will be born in a land far, far way...how blessed that are Lord was born, let earth receive her King." And the joy that comes in looking forward to the return of the Son of God as "King of Kings and Lord of Lords."

The Christmas Stool, Revisited

For several years I have used a bar stool as my Christmas "tree". This year Dallin and I decided to use the stool again. It is always a special time for me to bring out the Christmas ornaments and decorate, mostly because the great majority of my ornaments are handmade by my mom. She started a tradition of making each child an ornament every Christmas. By the time I moved out, I had a box full of beautiful creations, one for every year of my life. I love her for this gift of time and talent.I am my mother's daughter and have been realizing more and more that so many of the things that I love I gleaned from her. Why should I now take an interest in sewing, except that I saw my mom sewing often as a young girl? Why I should enjoy scrapbooking, except that she became an expert at it and spent many hours putting random pictures into a coherent history of our family? Why should I care about family history work except that I accompanied my mom often to the Salt Lake City Family History Library on Friday nights for evenings of microfilm searching together. Why should I have a desire to preserve family memories in written form, except that my mom first started the pattern of oral history recording with my great-grandmother when I was just a baby? And why should I now find delight in creative endeavors of a dozen varieties except that she did, and does now, love using her hands to create?
Our Christmas stool is full of her homemade ornaments, I have her homemade dolls and bunnies, I have her paintings, I have the book of remembrance she organized that gives voice to ancestors long since past, and I have her creative spirit that needs avenues for expression.
Recently, I discovered that my mom was much-in-demand as a tole painting instructor in Houston when I was in elementary school. Despite her notoriety and acclaim, she ultimately decided to put what could have been a career as a gifted artist aside, in order to be a fully-invested mother. Perhaps there were students who could have gained much from her tole painting teaching in a studio setting. But, how grateful I am that her teaching instead focused on home and family where her young children-pupils were quietly absorbing by example. And there was so much to absorb! My mom has an insatiable appetite for learning and then doing all things that are "virtuous, lovely, of good report, or praiseworthy." How grateful I am for her.

In Jane verbiage, this is me, and I have big shoes to fill.