David Archuleta’s message to Missionary Momma Francis

I’m so dang excited to pass this message along!

For starters…

It’s been my privilege to meet a lot of people. I adore every soul that God puts in my path. Seriously, it’s my favorite thing about being alive.

One of the sweetest families I’ve gotten to know, love and spend time with, is the Archuleta family. Sorry, but I have to brag about them for a second, cause they are really the best people.

Every single member of the family is incredible. All have hearts of gold and are beautiful in their own right. And those smiles, they could all star on toothpaste commercials!

David’s sisters…amazing! Jazzy is so fun and full of light. Amber is an incredible writer and is so hilarious. I love the way those two (and David) school my boys at super smash brothers!!! Hilarious!  (Although before Drew left on his Mission, he was “training hard” ready for a comeback. They never got that chance, but Drew says, “It’s on,” when he gets back! 😂😂😂) Caiyaih is so spunky and such a fun momma. (I haven’t had the privilege of meeting Lupe’s other son yet, but I know he’s crazy cool too!)

David’s Mom Lupe and his Aunt Miriam Ivonne (I love her daughter Krystal too!) are like my soul sisters. Seriously, some of best women I have ever met! They have no guile, just pure intent and friendship.

David is the most humble, kind and loving human. Very sweet and so down to earth.

Here is proof of his thoughtful demeanor! (David, I’m making sure your message makes it friend!)

Today on his Instagram story he tried to make a missionary mommas day!!! He posted these pics, hoping to catch a very special mom’s attention. Elder Francis is on his way to serve in the Argentina Mission. He looks like an incredible young man, who’s ready to love some special souls down there.

I know Instagram stories don’t last long so I snagged these in hopes she gets the message!

As a second time missionary mom myself, (five more to go!) these are precious memories….especially when your heart is still broken from the goodbye.

So Elder Francis’s Family – Merry Christmas from The Archuleta and Armstrong families!

He’s doing just fine momma! If you need a hug, or a missionary momma lunch/pedicure, just message me and I’ll hook you up! 😘😘😘

We’re in this together.

Love,

Dawn

P.S. Please share this and make sure she gets it!

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How eating popcorn could kill you, or make you wish you were dead.

I love popcorn. I do. It’s been my favorite snack since I was a little. I’ve raised my children with this little love affair as well. Every movie night is celebrated with a great big bowl of this buttery yumminess.

Lately, I’ve been using it as my nightly snack. My son Julian will pop me a big bow full of it and I’ll eat it over a few days time. Last night was Ethan’s Halloween Orchestra Concert, so I made dinner early. By the time it was over I was starving and I was on the hunt. After rummaging through our pantry, I went upstairs defeated – resounded to going to bed hungry. As I entered my room…complete joy flooded my memory!!! I remembered I still had a half a bowl of popcorn!

Wait…did my kids get to it? Is it already gone? I was panicked, hoping the kids had not sniffed out my treats like the bloodhounds they typically are when any kind of goodness lurks within the walls of my room. Just as I was about to give up, I noticed the bowl on the floor behind my office chair and jumped for joy! “Woo hoo!!!” I cried out. Craig was already in bed and laughing he said, “What’s got you so happy?”

“The kids didn’t eat my popcorn!!! Now I’m about to get in my bed, snuggle up to my honey, and watch a movie til I fall asleep!” The lights were all out and I climbed into bed about to snarf down my bestie snack with a vengeance. Then…the thought came to me- I better go wash my hands first. I can’t stand putting things in my mouth with the thought of dirty hands. I set the bowl on the counter and went to the bathroom while I was at it, cause ain’t nobody got time to  interrupt a deep sleep because of a full bladder.

Ok….Handled my business, check. Washed my hands, check.

I grabbed my bowl of yumminess off the counter and went to shut the lights off. Just as I was flipping the switch, I noticed something out of the corner of my eye. Double take….was something moving in my bowl? So I turned the light back on for better inspection. I leaned my head into the bowl and again had to adjust my eyes….what is thaaaaaat?

Is that a WORM? Oh my gosh, YES!!! I continued to scan the bowl and there lied a second, but smaller worm!!! I refused to look for anymore at this point… but I can tell you from my observation,  they were the happiest worms I have ever seen. They were practically dancing all over the place as they mounted the various kernels of popped heaven clouds. Soooooo GROSS!

Now a word of warning, I’m not typically a cussing type person – however I reserve the right to belt out profanities in times of extreme fear, extreme pain or creepy crawlies in my food.

I screamed out, “Craig!!!!!! There are worms in my damn popcorn! Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh! Ewe ewe ewe ewe ewe ewe ewe ewe ewe!!!!!!!!”

Craig, “the hero” comes hopping in to save the day… (he’s only got one leg) and is like,

“Whoa…those are huge!”

Grabbing his arms I was like…. “I KNOW….!!! I almost ate them! I almost ate these nasty things! What if I wouldn’t have stopped to wash my hands?

What if I would have just jumped into bed in the dark and started chowing down?!

WHAT if I picked up a kernel with a worm on it and it touched me?

Or I put it in my mouth and squished it?

Oh my gosh Craig! I could have died!

Where did these worms come from?!

I bet they hatched in the bowl! Ewe! Wait?!

I’ve been eating that BOWL for two days!

WHAT IF I ALREADY ATE SOME?

What if they are alive inside of me?

What if I ate some kernels that’s had worm eggs in them and now they’ve are hatching inside me while we speak?

What if they crawl up my throat with all of their disgusting little succor feet and come out of my nose or mouth? I almost died Craig! I almost diiiiiiieeeeeeed!”

Craig laughing at my ridiculousness (that’s a daily affair for him) tried to convince me that they must have gotten in there somehow. That they didn’t hatch. Blah blah blah.

“There’s no way dear, that one worm was HUGE. He couldn’t have gotten that big in a day.” he says.

“Craig, of course they can! They’ve been eating my popcorn!”

Sorry, I just couldn’t take his word for it. So I took to the internet. Low and behold, worms and popcorn are a thing. Even found pictures of my worms. They are the ones in the photo below. 🙁 And for your viewing pleasure I have included a video on youtube of little larvae that hatched inside a movie theatre popcorn bin. That’s what these worms look like before they fill up on popcorn. 50 shades of nasty.

The tiny worm on the left was the size of one of the worms. The second worm was the size of the one of the  far right. I want to cry right now.

I spent the entire night paranoid….thinking of how many worms I had ingested over the course of my popcorn loving life. I’m probably infested and they are swarming through my intestines as we speak.

Craig thinks the acids in my stomach would probably kill them, but I’m not convinced. I mean if they have survived pesticides, harvest, treatment and packaging facilities, transport, storage, sale and cooking at high temperatures in oil….then what are my little ole stomach acids gonna do? Nothing. I’ve probably been pooping worms my whole life. How can I even move forward after this?

This morning, all I could think about is how I can get rid of my critters.

Some ideas are as follows….(warning! DON’T try these at home – this is dangerous crazy talk)

1.Drink the equivilent of worm drano – hopefully clean all the “pipes”.

2. Drink through a firehose. Maybe the sheer force and velocity would blow them all out the back side. But then I’d probably need a colostomy bag for the rest of my life from all the damage.

3. Colonics (poop shoot irrigation) to lure them out nicely. That’s a lot of trauma for them and for me.

4. Taking deworming/parasite pills and swearing a blood oath to not to look in the toilet after doing my business until I know the coast is clear. Maybe a life time. If I so much as see a worm in the toilet….

I’m still deciding on the most effective form of treatment, but there is one thing I know for sure.

Popcorn – it’s over. We’re through. We had a good run, but you’ve crossed a line- and sometimes there’s just NO. WAY. BACK. This is the ultimate betrayal. It’s time we part ways.

Team Moms and Room Moms –  this is no longer funny. It’s traumatic and PTSD inducing.

Oh and hey God- when you were up there’s creating worlds and such, I know it’s alot. I also know that when Adam and Eve ate the apple, you had no choice but to give us thorns and weeds. And then of course, now we all have to work by the sweat of our brow –  I get it. I really do. It all just kinda makes sense, ya know?

But doing this to our popcorn? Now that’s just rude. I’m not being disrespectful God, but this has to be for your own amusement. I know you’re laughing at me. I’m sure you get bored up there with all the problems and the whining, and the evil doers…..but why you gotta do me like this? Sigh.

Love,

Dawn

PS.  Wash your hands before you eat!  Good Hygene literally saved my life! Happy Halloween. Don’t eat this if someone tries to serve it to you. You could be getting more than you asked for.

if you liked this post….read the one next for a good laugh!

Breakfast in Bed

 

 

 

 

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Elder Armstrong, Take 2 – Called to Serve (AWESOME Video)

It’s been about three weeks since I’ve been on social media…and I haven’t posted on my blog since just before Drew got his mission call. Once his church mission call came…honestly, I couldn’t keep up. We had eight weeks before his departure date. Eight short weeks to get him ready. Eight weeks to make final memories with him at home. Eight weeks left with my child, who clearly is a man now. Just try telling my heart.

Quite literally, I was chasing time.

I tried to keep up with all that we were doing, but it got to a point where honestly, I craved not living my life through a seven-inch screen. I just wanted to make it last, and for time to crawl. I wanted to savor each day, really living and breathing in every second. I was constantly taking snap shots in my mind at every precious moment. Cherishing every giggle and group hug we had left as a family. I craved intimacy and quiet, something that I didn’t realize I missed so much until I took it back for this season.

Now, while all these precious memories are fresh in my mind, I’m ready to put them to script. I’ll start with the night it all began. We weren’t expecting his call to come that day, so I had to throw together a party in like an hour and a half. A little stressful, but it was a big day that deserved some fan fare.

As we got closer to the time Drew was to open his call, I could feel my anxiety level rise. As much as I love what this means for him, there is a certain amount of dread I feel knowing what it means for my family. This isn’t my first rodeo. So…I took a quiet moment to center my thoughts to where they should be. I escaped up into my room, got on my knees and I prayed.

I prayed so hard for Drew to go where he was needed, and most importantly, where he’d promised. I prayed that as he read those words, he would feel peace and regain the knowledge of that promise. You see, I believe with all of my heart – that we made promises to one another before we ever came down here. That there would come a time in each of our lives, that we would need someone to nudge us towards God. Towards a life that would reveal our divine gifts and purpose, towards grace, and a love and depth of healing that we had forgotten was possible.

Through his missionary service, Drew isn’t really called to teach. It’s more that he’s called to learn. To learn the Lord’s way. He also isn’t there to save, it’s more to BE SAVED. To be saved by the lessons, the heartbreak, the love he’ll give and receive. It’s his sacred chance to convert himself and his heart… completely towards God and Christ’s teachings.

If it is our desire is to truly become like Christ…we have to spend the majority of our time here coming to the rescue of one other. We can’t save each other in the same way Christ did, but there’s no doubt that God needs us to save one another. He needs the change that happens in our hearts and character when we do. We are his hands for a reason. It will be through loving, serving and sacrificing for others that Drew will find his power and purpose. You give a young person that kind of knowledge, and I’ll give you a miracle that will unleash a lifetime of miracles. Get the hence, Satan. There’s a new game in town. 🙂

Anyway…enough preachin. I closed the prayer asking God to help my heart relish a day and goal 19 years in the making, and finally – to remind Drew to be grateful for the beautiful gift he was about to receive. The gift of opportunity. It’s rare in life when we get the chance to throw the world at our feet and put God first to this degree. It is a privilege as much as a sacrifice.

The thing about this prayer, is that everything I was asking God for..I knew he had already given it to us. But there is something very sacred in the asking. For me, it keeps my heart in a constant state of humility. I am reminded of where all of the good in my life comes from, and I feel peace and comfort keeping him by my side. Isn’t it beautiful, when we invite God into all the spaces of our life, and not reserve our conversations with him only in times of despair.

I headed downstairs to a moment that was about to change everything. Mostly, change a boy I had been in love with for nineteen years.

 

Isn’t he the cutest? Man…I’m so proud of his gentle heart. He’s got such a sweet and sincere way about him. I loved watching him take center stage and cheering from the sidelines as he read the words that would change his life. It was a red letter day for Craig and I. We couldn’t be more proud of him. The second he read those words….I had a flight of calm came over me. It was like I was in a room by myself…and God swept peace right into my heart. I knew instantly, that it will be the perfect experience for him. I have to say…that as a mom who’s lost a child, I’m not a big fan of foreign missions. I don’t like my babies far away from me at all. South Africa about killed me last time with Anthony. I got through it ok (just didn’t sleep for two years), but when Drew said, “DC”… I wanted to scream “YES, YES, YES!!!!” I don’t tell my kids that, cause it’s not about me. This is their journey and I’ll support whatever God needs them to do. Needless to say though, I WAS THRILLED.

This video just makes me cry dang it. Watching my children run around the house…it got me. They are growing up on me and there’s nothing I can do to stop it. I’m deciding to take in the joy though…and be grateful for the beautiful gift I have in each one of them. I am in awe of their goodness and light.

I’d like to thank my dear friend RJ Idos, who shared his incredible talents with us making this stunningly perfect video. What a gift he has given me in this memory. I’ll cherish this forever. Thanks, my brotha. <3

Hurrah for Israel! What a gift of a good day.

Love,

Dawn

Some pics of our beautiful day!

 

 

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Breakfast

Breakfast in Bed

For years, Craig has been the breakfast guy. He makes so many yummy things, German pancakes, hash browns, bacon, eggs, French toast….I mean seriously, YUM. Best hubby award, for life.

There is only one thing he doesn’t do well and it is smoothies. I don’t know how he does it, but they are always super thick and well….. not yummy at all. I am sorry but it’s true!! Everyone in the house knows it. The kids try to act late for school and “have to run” whenever he makes them. None of us have the heart to tell him we hate his smoothies. I love that he is trying to do something thoughtful, so I end up taking one for the team and try to choke it down like a champ. The hard part is that I eat like a bird. He always brings me HUGE glasses of his latest concoctions, and I just can’t physically drink it all. (I do try!)

Lately I have been a little extra burnt out on the “smoothie treatment”, and he has really started getting after me. He will see the cup half full and instantly calls me to repentance. Craig reads me the riot act on being wasteful, and threatens that if I don’t start drinking them, he is going to stop making them for me. In my defense…they are yucky. If he would just give me a small glass of yucky, I would probably drink it all, out of pure loyalty. (I’m talking deep love friends, deeeeeeeeep love to choke these bad boys down)

So this morning, he let me sleep in (angel husband) and after I woke up I saw him walk into the bedroom with a shake in his hand. I’m not gonna lie, my heart sank. Don’t get me wrong, I was excited to see my babe…but the shake…no. Ugh. I am going to have to choke down another one while he watches to make sure I drink it. I think it’s gotten to the point where mentally it does something to me. Like ignites my gag reflex. So anyway, I took a few sips right in front of him immediately. He smiled at me with his approval, and walked away to go do some things. The second he left I put it on my night stand. Phew, I had passed the test. I can go dump the rest down the sink in when the coast is clear and Wala! Wife of the year. Except for the fact that I forgot to dump it cause I got distracted on my computer. After forgetting all about it sitting there, Craig came back in and laid down next to me to snuggle for a few. He looked up and saw my smoothie still sitting on my night stand with nothing gone but my first few sips.  With irritation in his voice he belts out, “Did you waste my smoothie again!? Are you serious?”  My heart sank, I was busted. I tried to think quick on my feet to make up some excuse but couldn’t come up with anything. I have been here too many times before. I’m fresh out of excuses.

With no reply but the guilty look on my face, I just looked down. He finally quipped, “Give it to me, so it doesn’t go to waste.” I handed the drink over to him and he gave me a dirty look as he drank it down. (probably cause it tasted so bad) I watched him as he gulped it down like a boss, wondering how he can drink that nasty stuff down so fast. Impressive.

I was snapped back into reality as he continued to scold me, “You know, I am going to stop making you smoothies. You waste them every single time.” I cued up in my mind the apology and excuses that have now become so routine. I gently laid my head on his chest and snuggled in, breaking his sternness instantly. He followed up with, “I mean it, I am done making you shakes.”
Looking up into those baby blues, I opened my mouth and the words came out so quick I could hardly stop them. “Do you promise? I mean you keep saying that, but WHEN?”

He looked at me shocked and bewildered, and then we both started laughing so hard!! I felt so relieved. I quickly kissed him to mend things and said, “I love you, and am so grateful that you take such good care of me, please no more smoothies honey. I can’t take it anymore.” With wounded pride he told me I was in charge of my own smoothies from now on. I snuggled in to his chest, chuckled and said, “Deal.”

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