In the middle of the week, in the middle of the afternoon, I got a worrisome call from my mother-in-law, Coy. Her voice was shaky as she told me that she thought she was having a heart attack. She was at the Community Care in Rigby, waiting for transport by ambulance to the Regional Hospital just around the corner from my house. I was surprised that she felt well enough to call, but I was grateful that she did. At that point, we didn't know if my father-in-law, Phil, would be able to catch a ride in the ambulance or if he would need separate transportation. I told her I was available to help in any way that was needed, and then we hung up. I jumped into action, first sending a text to all of Scott's siblings so they would know what was going on. Then I called my friend, ReNae Cunningham, to let her know I would not be able to join them at the temple that evening, but that I would hurry and print out the family names so that they could still perform the proxy baptisms in my abse

Happy (Belated) Valentine's Day! I spent most of the day getting myself unburied from all the snow. How romantic . . . ha ha We got about 7-8 new inches of snow and it was a messy, sloppy Valentine's Day all over town. I got up early to fire up the snowblower and clear some driveways before going to the temple. I hurried over to the Parkinson's driveway as quickly as I could because I knew Kim needed to take her son, Jackson, to his scheduled knee surgery very soon. As I was launching snow from her driveway, she came outside and hugged me. She said, "You don't need to do this!" I shouted back (over the loud snowblower), "But you're my Valentine!" Jackson hobbled out to their car on his crutches, and I quickly cleared the driveway so they could drive away a few minutes later.  For Round One, I cleared my own driveway, as well as Kim's, Ellen's, and the single mom that lives next door to me. (I don't know her name . . . how awful of me)