I'm not a plant killer!

I haven't had the best of luck in growing plants. I keep over-watering, or under-watering, or not putting them outside enough, or putting them outside too much, or something. Well no longer.

One of the guys at work was digging up his yard and advertised that he was giving away strawberry plants to anyone who wanted them. I spoke up, but we're not actually moved into the house yet so I wasn't sure where to put them. They are currently at my desk, in a cardboard box, lined with plastic bags so it doesn't leak all over the place.

The other day I was pleased to see some sprouts coming up. But then a day later, I realized they weren't sprouts, they were blossoms! And they opened up fast. Here is a picture of day 3:



And a picture of day 4:

Shopping Brings Blessings!

We spent our Christmas vacation with Sarah's family in Cheyenne this year. We had a very cold and very windy winter storm pass through right when we were planning on traveling there, but fortunately Sarah was able to get an extra day off of work in order to get ahead of the storm, so by the time we were snowed in, we had nowhere to go.

The day after Christmas, we were planning on going to the Denver temple, but the storm had not yet passed so we decided to postpone it until the 29th. But it wasn't bad enough that evening to prevent us from driving around town, and Sarah and Hannah wanted to get in on some of the post-Christmas sales. On our way back to the house, our beloved 125,000-mile car finally gave out. The "Check Engine" light started blinking and the engine had noticeably less power-- I couldn't get it above 25 mph. Fortunately this occurred just down the street from the Petersons' favorite mechanic, so they called him up and he said we could drop it off. After the weekend there were only a couple of days left of break, and then Sarah had to go back to work, but fortunately it wasn't a serious problem and it was ready to go again Monday morning.

Sarah's parents came to pick us up and drive us back to the house, and her mom commented about how we were so blessed to have had this happen so close to the mechanic, as opposed to on the freeway between Cheyenne and Denver. I added that I was glad we decided to go shopping that night, because otherwise we might not have used the car until the drive home, and it might have happened on the cellphone-signal-challenged stretch of highway towards Torrington. Hannah voiced the obvious lesson to be learned: "See? Shopping brings blessings!"

...and Kitchen Appliance Repairman to Boot!

I broke Sarah's lovely Kitchenaid mixer a while back. We called around to see who could fix it, but it was going to cost at least $90 just to open it up and see what's wrong. So I thought I'd take a stab at fixing it myself. Fortunately I found a nice website describing how to take a Kitchenaid apart. I found that one of the gears had been stripped of all of its teeth:



Compare with the picture of a new gear:



The gear itself is not very expensive, but with that powerful of a motor, it is highly recommended to grease that bad boy up because otherwise it creates a lot of friction and could burn something out. I found a store on e-bay that sells both the replacement gear and a can of grease. Unfortunately, the grease can is so heavy that the shipping charges are pretty steep too. But it turns out that the store selling the parts is actually located in Orem. We were going down to Utah for Thanksgiving anyway, so we decided to pick up the parts in person.

After some battling with getting everything lined up again and figuring out how to get the little pins that hold everything in place put back in (they're designed to be a tight fit so that they don't come out so easy... the downside? They don't go in so easy either), I was able to complete the job. The finished product:



(I know, it doesn't look like anything's changed. I should have taken a picture of the disassembled mess...)

Government

Here's a couple of (funny) political links.



and...



ENJOY!

Welcome to the new doctor!

I'd just like to extend a warm welcome to myself, the newest highly-trustable doctor to become a regular contributor to this blog. For my first article, I'd like to provide a couple of clips showing a conversation that we hope to hear soon in the Olson household:

First Aid Cub Scout Style

I guess every now and then the Cub Scouts need someone to teach them first aid. Unfortunately, the two other doctors in the ward were unable to help so I was asked to fill in.

These were kids aged 10 and 11 and I was trying to teach them the basic first aid rules. At first (like for 1 minute) they were quite well behaved and raised their hands to ask or answer questions. Once we started discussing what to do in case of emergency, everything went down hill. Everyone started talking at once, people were asking questions about things completely unrelated to first aid and the answers they were giving to questions were so hilarious.

Here are some of their answers by topic.

Bleeding -
Correct answer: Apply pressure.
Cub Scout answer: You can't apply pressure if you're a weightlifter because you might push too hard and break their neck.
Follow up Cub Scout question: If they're bleeding really bad, shouldn't you just put him out of his misery?

Not Breathing -
Correct answer: Give rescue breaths.
Cub Scout answer: I can't watch this.

Choking -
Correct answer: Perform the Heimlich maneuver.
Cub Scout answer: Hit them in the stomach.
Follow up Cub Scout question: Can't you hit them in the stomach with a bat?

Heart attack -
Correct answer: Call 9-1-1
Cub Scout comment: This one time my uncle had a heart attack and we laid him on the pool table.

What is shock?
Correct answer: lack of blood flow to vital organs.
Various Cub Scout answers: When you get struck by lightning. When someone puts those things on your chest and shocks you. When someone startles you really bad.

Treating shock -
Correct answer: If the face is pale, raise the tail. If the face is red...?
Cub Scout answer: Then he's dead. Well, it rhymes, doesn't it?

Snake bites -
Correct answer: Get them to an Emergency Department.
Cub Scout question: What if you're in the middle of the desert?
Cub Scout answer: Cut an "X" in their skin and suck out the venom.
Follow up Cub Scout question: What do you do for Rabies?
Follow up Cub Scout answer: Cut that open too and suck out the poison.
Follow up Cub Scout question: Don't they have to stick five needles in your stomach when you get rabies?
My answer: We can talk about rabies after the meeting is over.

Frostbite -
Correct answer: Warm up the affected area with barely warm water or by placing the fingers/toes near a warm body part.
Various Cub Scout answers: Stick their hands down your pants. Cut their fingers off with your pocketknife. Put them out of their misery.
My answer: You are never allowed to "put anyone out of their misery" and you are not allowed to cut off any body parts until you have been in school for 20 or more years and have become a doctor.
Follow up Cub Scout statement (from the scout that wanted to put them out of their misery): I've been to school for 20 years. I'm 31. And I have scrubs, too. I got them for Christmas from my dad.

Finally something good on YouTube

This is a new YouTube channel with Church approved "Mormon Messages". Check it out!

Don't buy stuff

Hurry up and wait

Tonight I'm at the hospital waiting for a lady to deliver. She came into the clinic today with contractions. Normally we wouldn't have sent her down to deliver but she lives about an hour away. So, instead of her having to return in a few days, we decided to let her come down to the Labor and Delivery unit and see if we can't make her deliver a baby.

I've only been on the rotation a few days, but I've noticed that sometimes I do a lot of waiting. At other times, it's all-of-the-sudden an emergency. Today was a good example. We had a patient come in for an induction. We got her going and then went to clinic. This afternoon I got a call stating that the patient was getting ready so I better head down. I got to the floor quickly only to find that she wasn't quite ready. So, after a quick check, I decided to go out to the desk and talk with the nurses. Not 3 minutes later, there was a "Staff Emergency" code for her room. That basically means that the nurse thought she was about to deliver. I ran back into the room, got suited up, and waited. It still took about another hour to deliver the baby.

So, here I sit in L&D, waiting for a primip (that's a first-time mom) to progress. It's going to be a long night. In the meantime, I watch to see how much "Lots of space" there is on gmail. Right now there is 7209.791980 megabytes. And it keeps getting bigger! Plenty of room for emails.

I need some help

So, Lars and I have mostly moved into the new house. My biggest problem area is the front living room.  The front door opens right into the living room.  I've taken some pictures to help you all see what it looks like right now.    We inherited the loveseat, some wooden chairs and an end table from dad's office.  We also have the piano from the garage, "Hack" as it is affectionately known as.  Hack doesn't have a piano bench right now so we have an office chair sitting there for now.  We haven't hung up any pictures either.  I want to get the front room arranged and then I can get pictures up.  So, I'm open for suggestions.  I think I want to get a couch and get rid of the the chairs.  I've thought of moving the piano where the loveseat is right now or against the short wall.  What do ya'll think?

From the hallway that goes to the bedroom, here's the view of the living room.  It kinda looks like a dental office in a way - except for the plants and the books on the floor.

From the front door looking to the "short wall" where we now have the piano, but I really don't think I like it here.  You can see the mirror that needs to be hung as well as the clock (in the very back).

Looking straight from the front door to the dining area.  See Lars on his computer in the dining area.  He thinks this is his desk sometimes.  You can see the "short wall" on the left. Thanks for the furniture mom and dad.  That was really nice.  I think I want to get a cover for it though - it's a little dirty.

This is a shot from where Lars was sitting. You can see our bedroom to the left.

I found this website where I could make a floor plan so I did.  I was just telling Lars that if I'd spend as much time trying to design the room as I did creating this floorplan, I wouldn't be writing this blog today.

Hopefully you are all very visual and creative people and can see what I'm talking about.  Does anyone have any suggestions for making this space more useful?  We are open to purchasing furniture (like a sofa and maybe a big chair or something) as well as wall hangings. I just need someone with some ability to design to help me out here.  I simply don't have that talent...yet.

My great idea

Today in church I was thinking about all the scrapbooking that I need to do. For those who don't know, I'm NOT a scrapbooker at all. My mom bought me some stuff to put together my wedding book and so I've attempted to learn the art. I have to admit that I'm failing but I haven't given up yet. Anyway, I initially wanted to do our entire first year of marriage but I have come to realize that it is way too much. I am falling behind too quickly. So, today at church I decided that I am going to blog it instead of scrapbooking it.

Stuff

Well, Bec referred me to wordle.net to make this. This is using the post Lars did when he asked me to marry him. Now, I just need to print it out and add it to my scrapbook!

Rocky Mountain National Park

For Labor Day weekend, I was fortunate enough to have that day off. I'm not quite sure how I managed, but I did. In the meantime, Lars had concocted an excursion to Rocky Mountain National Park with his family.

It's too bad that not more of them could come.  I haven't been able to spend a lot of time with them yet.  I suppose we will have the holidays though.  

Sam, Uncle Kent, Daddy-O, Mom O, Me, Lars and Kiersten all got together.  We stayed in a little cabin that had a bed room, a loft and a couple of pull-out couches.  Oh, and only ONE bathroom.  We did okay though.  I suppose if it had been much longer or there had been more of us, one bathroom would not have sufficed, but in this case, it worked out just fine. 

We arrived Saturday afternoon and after getting settled, drove to the Park to get in 30 min of walking/hiking.  You see, Kiersten needed to exercise 30 min to get $200 back from her health insurance company.  So, at 7:30 pm we started a little hike.  The only problem was coming back at 8 pm. It was pretty dark. On the way home, we stopped at the grocery store to get some supplies.  We arrived back at the cabin around 9 pm and then had dinner.  

After dinner, we started a movie, "Ocean's 11".  I think I was the only one to sleep through the whole thing.

Sunday we managed to get everyone showered and fed.  Kiersten started the process at 6:30 in the morning.  All of us got to shower and not a single one had a cold shower!  That is pretty amazing.  We went to church at 10 am in Granby.  It was bursting at the seams that week.  They had chairs in the hallways to accomodate all the visitors.

 

After church, a yummy lunch and a brief nap, we were off to the Park again.  This time, we went to Alpine Summit.  It is about 12,000 feet above sea level.  It was stormy and kinda chilly but we walked up to the summit where we got a few pictures.  We also saw a full rainbow here (this picture does not do it justice).

We got home later that evening and had a nice quiet evening filled with MadGab and stories told by Uncle Kent.  (BTW, I think Lars does the best "Uncle Kent; storyteller" impersonation ever!)

The next day, Monday,  we packed up the cabin, loaded our cars and headed to Grand City.  There we found a trailhead to Cascade Falls.  It looked like a nice little hike with only a little bit of incline.  The trailhead indicated it was a 3.4 mile hike.  

That didn't sound too bad until I was about 2 miles into our 7 mile hike and realized I really had to use the bathroom.  After we had hiked for about 1 1/2 hours and still weren't to the falls, I knew there would be no way to survive the rest of the hike without some sort of potty break.  Fortunately, Uncle Kent who happens to be a retired (sorta) hiker, was very prepared with TP.  That was lucky for me.  We did manage to find a latrine (I didn't even know what this was, but it ends up that's a fancy name for "hole-in-the-ground").  So, I did survive the rest of the hike and admittedly, the falls were beautiful.

We parted our ways around 4 pm and I have to say, I was natured out.  I told Lars I can't go hiking for at least one more year.  That was a lot of hiking for one weekend.  However, it was a great time.

And, I think my favorite part was seeing all the wildlife.  Here's a picture of Lars and me with one of the most interesting ones we could find!

ER Experiences

I thought I would try and document some of the interesting things I've seen this month in the ER in Scottsbluff, Nebraska.

First of all, let me tell you that I have NOT seen any grotesque tractor accidents - though Lars likes to tell everyone that's what I do here.

The other day, I spent the majority of the time suturing. From rottweiler dog bites to golfing accidents (where someone tried to remove an ear), I've gotten a little faster and sewing.

There have been equestrian accidents where a pelvis was broken, a rattlesnake bite, anaphalaxis reactions, the common cold, resistant staph infections, kidney stones, heart attacks, heart failure, asthma exacerbations and many other things.

Yesterday was pretty exciting. We had a Unisom overdose, several car accidents and an elderly man who was coding (meaning CPR was initiated right when he came in). Unfortunately, the old man didn't make it. He had lung cancer as well as brain tumors. He was 92. The young man was seizing for over 4 hours and his internal body temperature had risen to 108 degrees. Last I heard, he was still alive but I don't know how long he'll make it.

Our New Place

Lars and I finally settled on a house! It's a duplex located at 2928 18th Street in Scottsbluff, Nebraska (the one on the right). It's located about 5 minutes from the hospital and about 3 minutes from the Church. It is a little small but it will fit our needs for now. Fortunately, Lars and I don't have any furniture. My concern is all my boxes located in my parents' garage.

Bear Lake 2008

Well, I'm finally posting about our trip to Bear Lake this year.  It was right after our honeymoon.  We flew into Salt Lake Tuesday July 1st and left for Bear Lake Wednesday morning.  I guess the fam is going to make this a yearly tradition.  I am quite excited about that, and I don't think I'm alone!

That afternoon, everyone was already down at the lake on the jet skis.  Lars and I suited up and went to the lake.  We had such a blast.  We did that on Tuesday and Wednesday.   Mom decided to feed the gulls.  She had about 50 crowded around her and then she would start screaming when they started getting too close.  Hannah came and decided that she should run through the flock of gulls and see what happened.  We were having fun.  Mom found one that was hooked with a fishing lure.  She tried to throw food specifically to that one and tried to get dad to catch it so they could remove the lure.  Dad tried, but that gull would have none of it.  

We also went to the Minnetonka Cave.  It has over beautiful stalactites and stalagmites, over 800 stairs and is 40 degrees year round.  Mom and dad decided to stay in town and look at the area.  It really is gorgeous.

There were amazing rock formations in the cave, but we also got to see some wildlife.  Here is a photo of one in its attack stance.  Poor Hannah.  She didn't stand a chance.

More pictures at the cave.

Hannah was so excited to see "cute guys" all over the place.  This was her way of getting their attention.  How could anyone resist?

I was sick (really, really sick) on our honeymoon.  I was still trying to get better while we were there.  Tylenol, Chloraseptic and an occasional Vicodin were good friends.

We took a few trips into Grand City for Raspberry shakes...YUMMY!  I'm not sure the topic of conversation while this picture was being taken.

(Don't tell anyone about this) We were short one seatbelt in the van so Danny set up a camping chair in the van with the back against the driver's seat.  When we went to the city, he served as our tour guide.  (In the background you can see Joseph's back which was burned to a lobster red -- poor guy.)

We had an absolutely wonderful time.  The place we stayed in had a queen bed in one room where mom and dad slept and then another room with two captain bunk beds.  Lars and I took one of the bottom bunks.  One morning while Lars and I were trying to sleep in, Danny and Jake decided to climb in bed with us, no doubt to try and get us out of bed.  What a Kodak moment!

Random Pictures

I found some pictures on Lars camera that I thought would be fun to post.

The first one is of a trip that in the beginning of February, Lars and I took to Wyoming. We found a car rental place that was $11/day for a "compact" car. When we went to find the car we had rented, it was a Mustang convertible. What a surprise! The only bad thing about it was it was about 30 degress below zero. We put the top down for a picture, but it was way to cold to actually drive around like that. David decided he should pose with the car as well so that he could post it to his Facebook account.
Then, on our way back to Omaha, we had a while in the airport where I got a hold of Lars camera and started taking pictures. I'm pretty sure Lars loves it when I do this as you can tell by his face.



We had a lot of fun in Wyoming like we always do. Three days later was Valentine's Day. Lars got me some beautiful flowers on the 13th ("because they're cheaper" he told me). However, the next day he surprised me by taking me to a nice dinner at a fancy Italian restaurant and then "Phantom of the Opera". It was a wonderful night!

My Delivery

I started my OB rotation this month. Here is a letter from the family of the first baby I delivered.

Dr. Peterson -

Thank you again for doing such a wonderful job of helping us bring the newest member into our family. I hope all of your future deliveries go just as smoothly!

Sincereley,

Jennie Rogers






Alexander Vincent Rogers
January 2, 2008
12:24 pm

8 lbs, 4 oz
20 inches long

Big News

My side of the story...

My story doesn't start as far back. The last time Lars left he said, "It won't be two weeks and I'll be back." However, knowing Lars and his knack for getting involved in a million things, I decided I wouldn't pressure him to know exactly when he would return.

Two days before he came to Omaha, I wondered what was keeping him. He only reported that he'd been shopping that day. He was finished grading; he was finished meeting with his advisers. To me it seemed that he was just hanging out in Champaign, shopping and playing with his friends. The next day, the same story. Shopping and playing with friends. It didn't make sense.

He finally came on Friday 12/21/07. During my lunch hour that day, we talked while he was driving. I teased him that his dad had given me more jewelry than he had. It was a not-so-subtle hint that my Christmas present better be something really nice (after all, I had just purchased a watch for him).

Lars arrived that night around 9 pm and came by to visit. We didn't get very much time together because I kept getting paged. Saturday I finished at the hospital around noon and went home. I was exhausted having been up most of the night with calls and admissions. I came home and Lars came over. I desperately needed to take a nap. I think Lars let me sleep for a couple hours before he started making lots of noise so I'd wake up. He turned on the radio and the TV and I think he started watching a movie on his laptop too. It was so noisy. "Fine, I'm up."

After my brief nap, Lars asked if I wanted to go to the temple.

"Well, I already went this week."
"That's OK, you can go again."
"Um, alright, I guess so."
"I'm really tired Lars."
"That's OK."
"I might sleep through the entire session."
"That's alright."
"Um, OK. Just don't judge me because I might just sleep."
"I won't."

In his defense, Lars asked if I was too tired or not feeling well enough to go out to dinner. I was feeling well enough to eat and thought that I could either eat at home or at a restaurant...what would you choose??? So, I did have a choice on the dinner, but not on the temple session.

We got ready to go to the temple. Lars seemed to be having a difficult time deciding which session to attend, partly due to my semi-strict observance of no-eating-after-7pm rule. We decided to go to dinner at the fancy Italian restaurant downtown (I really should have suspected something was up) and make it to the 7:30 pm session. However, due to my semi-delusional state from lack of sleep, I forgot my recommend and my temple clothing. After that, Lars realized that we wouldn't have time to go downtown for Italian food and still make the 7:30 pm session.

Inspiration must have struck and he yelled out "CREPES!" while we were driving. After trying to turn the wrong way onto a one way street, being yelled at by another driver and almost high-centering on a median, we turned around and headed to the cute little French cafe by my house. It really is a swankified place and I'd wanted to try it out for a while. We shared a salmon, spinach and cream cheese crepe. Mmmmmm. It was so yummy. Lars even ordered an appetizer as well as their specialty, pommes frites...oh and dessert (which we got to-go and didn't eat until the next day - but it was still very delicious).

We went to the temple and were even a few minutes early for the 7:30 pm session. After the session (through which I did NOT sleep), having had about 3 total hours of sleep in the last 40 hours, I was anxious to get home to my comfy, cozy bed. As soon as I walked into the Celestial room, I asked if we could go home. Lars said he needed to talk. He told me to go change but wait in the waiting room for him.

So, I did. He finally came and said he had asked the supervisor if we could talk in one of the small waiting rooms for some privacy. I wondered why we couldn't just talk while we were driving to my place - plenty of privacy in the car.

We went into the waiting room. I figured he wanted to address our relationship, where it was headed and set some goals or something; maybe even talk about ring shopping. Lars said that he wanted to tell me something but was afraid he might forget so had written it down in a letter. I read his sweet note which said some very nice things about me. It was signed "Your friend and future husband". It caught me off guard slightly but I was so tired, I didn't even think to react.

The next thing I heard was "I guess I better get on my knee for this." What?? I couldn't figure out what was going on. Then I heard, "Will you marry me?" Ummmmm........What do I say? We hadn't talked about marriage in a while. I was not ready for this at all. Unlike Lars (who had some time to prepare for this moment), I felt totally blown away and completely unprepared. This wasn't the way it was supposed to go. We were supposed to talk about it, go ring shopping together; I was supposed to have time to think and prepare for it. What should I say? If I say "yes", that's a serious commitment and I have to mean it. On the other hand, how could I be really certain this was the thing I was wanted to do? Lars was waiting for an answer and I knew I had to say something. The only thing I could come up with was, "Yes!" and it felt right. I think he was a little surprised and, quite frankly, so was I.

Then, Lars held up in his left hand a little flower ring.

"Sarah, I know we haven't been ring shopping yet. Will you take this one as a temporary token of our engagement?"

"No."

And then he waited and waited and waited. I enjoyed this part. I could tell he was a little shocked that I said "no". But, he just knelt there with that little pink flower ring in his hand waiting.

"OK, give it to me."

Lars smirked. I pulled the ring from his fingers and to it was attached a pink ribbon. I kept pulling and pulling. Attached to the other end of the ribbon was a very sparkle-licious ring. What!! He wasn't supposed to buy a ring without me. Again, I didn't know what to say and again, I wasn't at all prepared for this. He slipped the ring onto my finger and I gave him a hug. I couldn't help but look at it; it was so gorgeous. Then I started to realize what just happened. I couldn't hold the tears back and Lars, prepared for everything, handed me a hankie.

I know I asked Lars about a million times if he was sure he wanted to do this. He continued to reassure me that he was. I warned him that I'm a little crazy and may be difficult to live with.

I asked if he'd talked to my parents. He hadn't. I asked if he'd talked to his parents. Again, no. I told him I had to rescind my acceptance until he had permission from dad. Lars asked if he should call right away. I told him it was up to him but I couldn't give him a definite answer until he had permission.

We walked out of the temple and right away he tried to call dad, twice. Someone was on the other phone line and didn't answer. We started driving and about halfway Lars pulled over to call again. Mom answered this time and said that dad was over at uncle John's watching the BYU game. She said that she would have dad call him back as soon as he could.

About 11:30 pm (by now I'm dying of exhaustion) dad finally called Lars back. They talked while I was doing some laundry. I could see Lars pacing back and forth as he talked to mom and dad. After Lars finished talking with them, I asked to chat with them while Lars continued to pace. They both reiterated that although they had given permission, it was still my decision.

"Well, I have something to tell you. Lars has asked me to marry him and I said, 'Yes.'"

They were both very excited.

After we hung up, I turned to Lars and told him to call his parents. They needed to know too. I'm pretty sure he asked if he should just call in the morning. I rolled my eyes and he started dialing. As soon as he told them, his mom asked to talk to me.

"Congratulations Sarah! We just love you. So you actually said 'yes'?"
"I did"
"We're so excited for you. Here's Kiersten."

We finally hung up and think Lars was ready to phone the entire world to announce it. I, on the other hand, was ready for bed. He drove me home and with the goodnight hug, I looked at my ring again.

If you're interested to know the other side of this story, you can find it here.

Time flies!

And I'm not sure if it just flies because I'm having fun or because I'm busy or because I'm getting older or if it's actually passing at the same rate and I just remember less of it.

It has been a whole year and there is a lot that has happened. I guess it's a good thing I keep a journal too.

I spent September, October and November in Champaign, Illinois where I met a lot of great people. Let's see if I can name everyone from L to R: Dan, Bobert, Tiffany, Phil, Andrew, Holly, Alex V., Tom, Tina (in front), Joella, Me, Alex P., Lars and Matt.



Gloria Chemaly, my friend from medical school, was also there. We were both taking the review course and ended up lived together. We had fun but most importantly, we studied a lot.




This is my friend Tina. She was so amazing. Immediately we became best friends. I didn't have a car in Illinois and she was so willing to take me every where and even loaned me her car at times. Tina helped me to get involved in the ward and make life-long friends. She left for a mission to Puerto Rico in January and will be returning in July of 2008!

Also, in January, Gramps and Grammy returned home from their mission in England. It was such a great homecoming!




In February, Paula was sealed to her husband Reuben and their three children in the St. Louis Temple.


From L to R:
Brother Ratley, Elder Brown, Momma, Reuben, Brianna, Paula, Sister Ratley and Sister Someone else...