There are certain people in this world who become our rock. Those who we know, come what may – will be there with us, for us and despite us. I have been especially blessed to have found not one but many kindred spirits who love me and my family in such a way. Most of those incredible people were part of a little family of friends, living on a little BYU campus, in a little complex called TVA that rested in a little town named Laie on the North Shore of Hawaii. Those moments and those friends are some of the most cherished memories of my life. Just last night I was preparing for dinner, timing everything for when friends would be arriving and I suddenly found myself thinking, ‘this feels like home’ and I realized the home I was thinking of was Laie. Not Seattle where I grew up, not Portland where we now live but little Laie where we spent just 3 and half years while we attended BYU-H. It’s funny how it’s not the amount of time that makes the memory, but rather the quality of it.
Some of our dearest friends, The Boyd family, who we met as neighbors in Laie moved to Olympia, WA. after graduation. There are few, if but one who has been as strong a rock for us as the Boyd’s so having them be a small drive away has made little Laie feel close again. What a blessing I consider it to have them near enough that I could record the tiny fingers, toes and everything else of their fourth boy, baby Levi.
This next shot includes an awesome little iron pod I received from another dear dear friend Carrie, whom I also met while at BYU-H. When Carrie gave this to me she said as soon as she saw it she thought it would be perfect for me to put a baby in. Carrie, I couldn’t agree more! Thank you!