It's all about Time.......

Ok, ok. So I have started this post a hundred times in the last 6 weeks. I am going to do it tonight even if it takes me all night (which it might). Please forgive me if I don't make complete sense, but this is a start.

You know, I have had many friends, family, tell me that there is nothing like being a grandparent. Better than being a parent. I could never understand how this could be. I have loved being a parent.

But then, Savannah was born. Oh dear, she was tiny. She fit in the palm of her daddy's hand. Then Mikenna was born. Her beautiful little features. She was a beauty. Then Daxton was born. Not fair that a little boy was so beautiful too. The intensity that you felt from the moment you looked into his baby blue eyes was incredible. He seemed to have so much to tell.

As I held and loved each one of these special spirits, I came to the realization that yes, I did love them as much or more. Why? Because their mommy was a part of me and I love her and each of my children more than life itself.

As I reflect on the events of the last 6 weeks and come to accept them, I realize we could not have made it through without the thoughts, the prayers, the notes, the kind words, and the acts of service in behalf of our family. Thank you isn't enough, but it is all I have to give. I am not used to being on the receiving end, I am the one who would rather give/serve. This has been most difficult for us. Thank you friends, new and old, thank you family, for always being there and thank you Dear Father in Heaven for carrying us when we were unable to carry ourselves. Todd and Ann, Thank you for my "Grandma Days". I will cherish them forever.

The most important thing I have learned through this experience is, there are so many little things that "just don't matter". The most important thing in our lives is our family. I have always thought I believed this, But now I know it.




This is my screen saver on my computer. Everytime I turn on my computer, Daxton is there to greet me. I wish I could squeeze his little cheeks, get a slobbery kiss (he was just starting to give kisses) and look into those beautiful blue eyes, and have boogies on my blouse. Oh how I miss him.

I am grateful that we took the time to "grab" that camera and "snap" lots of pictures. I love looking through pictures and remembering the events behind them. This picture of Daxton and Brittany was taken the night before Craig and I left for Bolivia to pick up Adam. I wanted a current picture of Daxton so Adam could get to know him.

The pictures of Savannah and Mikenna are a few of my favorites. Actually, I have about 2000 favorites. Daxton rarely ate from a spoon, he preferred his mom or dad feeding him off their plate with their fingers. go figure. But like I said, these pictures all have stories and they are priceless.

We have our good days, and we have our not so good days. Mondays are hard. I don't set my alarm on Monday morning cause I want to sleep the morning away. Doesn't work. Auto alarm goes off at 630am, 645am, 7am, 730am. (get the picture) So I lay there and remember.

I remember the conversation we had with our home teacher Sunday the day before Daxton died. How he inquired if there was "anything they could do for the Walter family". NOPE. We are fine. So incredibly blessed. Wonderful kids, wonderful spouses for our married kids, and exceptional grandkids. Good health, good work environment, great home teachers, blessed beyond measure. Wow...............little did we know. Less than 18 hours later. We would "need." But you know what? They were there. All of you were there. Never before have we felt an outpouring of love and support in our behalf. It is what got us through. Once again...........Thank you all from the bottom of my heart.

Thats all for now. I will get back to you before too long. Promise.

Our Chubba Wubba

So mom hasn't written on her blog since, well you see the last post. I thought I would do her a favor and update for her.

Daxton was born on May 31, 2007. We celebrated his 1st birthday by going swimming at the house. He loved the water..... as long as you were holding him close. He would put his head on your shoulder and snuggle in close.

On June 1, we were able to make a cake and Daxton dug in to all that sugar. He thought it was tasty, but after about 5 minutes he decided it was time to get out of his high chair, so I gave him to Doug and told him to hose him off in the tub. It was a great day. He was spoiled with lots of clothes and toys from grandma.... just like every grandson should be.


The next weekend was spent at the cabin with Aunt Lollie and grandma. They braved the task of loading all the kids and taking them to the mountains. A blast they had for sure! It was back to the Arizona heat for all them on Sunday night.

The next few days and weeks are a bit of a blur for all of us. Daxton left us to fulfill his mission in Heaven on Monday morning. Most of you know the rest of the story. If not, just click on Doug and Brittany and you can get the rest of the scoop.

We are holding fast to the knowledge that we will see him again and that it won't be long. It doesn't take the pain away, but it softens the blow, even if but for a second. Our testimonies in the Plan of Salvation and eternal families has been strengthened. We know that he is sitting at the feet of our Savior, learning from him and then teaching the gospel in Heaven.

Thank you to all those who have made this tragic event in our lives a little bit easier by your thoughts and prayers and the services rendered to our family. Hug your little ones a little tighter and a little longer, love those around you a little more, and be mindful of others and know that we all have different trials that take special care and attention.