I should have known many years ago that my husband would end up in some type of humanitarian occupation. Nate’s favorite stories of his youth included the joy of planting tulips in the gully and pulling out cars that were stuck in snowstorms with his green truck. When our kids were little, I was often surprised when he would come home late because he had helped a stranger with a flat tire, when he would sacrifice his sleep to shovel neighbors’ driveways, or drop his long list of Saturday jobs if his parents needed help in the yard. Somehow I didn’t see it coming… was my head buried in the sand or what?! Needless to say, we are blessed Nate has a job he loves and for which he is well-suited.
There is a crispness in the air today. Fall is upon us! I am adjusting to the school and lesson schedule, and quickly becoming consumed with menu plans and home reading records. Fall is a time of anticipation and excitement for me as it is for most moms, but at our house, it additionally means another season of DISASTERS. I’m not talking about my 9th grade daughter getting yelled at by the vice principal for shorts too short, I mean the real thing: hurricanes, typhoons, fires, and flooding. My husband, Nate, is a Manager of Emergency Response for the LDS church, and for some reason, these little emergencies seem to pick up around this time of year.
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