Sunday, November 30, 2014

{INSPIRING WOMEN} Staci Anderson

This is the story of one of my best friends. She IS the definition of inspiring. We have been through a lot together, from crazy college days to broken relationships. I could not love this girl more and I can honestly say I don't know where I would be without her. She is absolutely amazing and deserves the most wonderful life. I hope you all read her story with an open heart and learn from her trials. She didn't let things drag her down, instead she rose up from her trials and became the woman she is today.
Meet Staci...

Hello! My name is Staci and I am ordinary. If there is any strength, beauty or love in my life it comes from The Church of Jesus of Latter Day Saints and today I would like to share my testimony of trials with you.

Growing up I knew very little, if not nothing about religion.

July 2004 I was fourteen years old and it was the summer before my freshmen year of high school. My dad had become ill and had been kind of in a funk for a few months. We thought it was just part of growing older and he seemed like he had the flu. Well, one day my sisters and I decided to go to the movies and my mom went over to help my grandma to do some housework. My dad stayed at home to rest.

When we came home my sisters and I went to our rooms as normal teenage girls might do and my mom stayed upstairs to check on our dad. Moments later we heard my mom scream. This scream/cry was the sound of pure pain and terror. My sisters and I ran upstairs and we met my mother in the kitchen. She was in total and complete shock. She kept saying things like, ‘He can’t be dead.’ And ‘you can’t leave me like this.’ while calling my brother. My sisters and I kept pleading with her to call 911 but because of the shock she had no idea we were there. I felt so helpless and confused. We finally got 911 on the phone and I followed my mother to her bedroom where my father was. I paused in the hallway before entering the room. I didn’t want to go in there. I didn’t want to see my father lifeless but I would go if I were needed. I cried out ‘mom do you need me. Mom how can I help.’ She was still so in shock my words were lost in the chaos. At this point I turned around and there was my little sister. Standing there watching me looking so afraid and at me for comfort. The feeling came over me to pray. At this point in my life I had a small seed of the power of prayer (we don’t have time for that back story). But I thought if there is a God we would need him now. I grabbed my little sister ‘come on Chanel, we are going to pray.’ We walked into the laundry room where I closed the door and we knelt down to pray. The prayer went something like this…

“God, please don’t let our father be dead.” At this point we didn’t know that he was dead. I had hoped that maybe he had choked or was in a coma, anything but dead. But as soon as the words left my mouth I just knew he was. There was no longer a question or doubt. My prayer then changed too “God, please don’t let this destroy my family, please let us be closer as a family.” The words were broken but I sincerely sought help from a higher power. As the words left my mouth I felt something I had never felt before. The room became peaceful and calm and I felt the love of a father in heaven. It was so strong and powerful. This was not an earthly fathers love and it was not a God that was unaware of his children. This was a God, a Father that knew me by name and was aware of excruciating pain and loss I was about to experience in life. That prayer that was easily two minutes long froze time in my life and would forever change it.

Fast forward to this year. This year has been one of the most challenging and heart breaking years of my life. This September I filed for divorce. I don’t want to go into much detail about this part of my life but it easily shattered my heart and flipped my life upside down. I was easily the definition of a ‘hot mess.’ I cried on my way to work, then I would hold it together during the day, and as soon as I would get in my car I would cry the whole forty-five minute drive home. I was extremely sad, but I don’t remember feeling angry. Through my grieving process I remember thinking, ‘I should be more upset. I should be angry and bitter.’ Mostly I was sad that Satan had won the battle, that he had successfully destroyed my eternal marriage. But, at times my heart was strangely full of gratitude, peace and comfort. I was so thankful for a job that I find so fulfilling, family and friends that were there to pick me up when I fell, and the fact that we didn’t have any kids.

I remember one day leaving the temple overwhelmed with emotion thinking, ‘Heavenly Father, I don’t deserve the love and peace you have brought my heart. I don’t deserve you carrying me through this pain. How can I ever thank you? How will I ever repay you?’ I received my answer in a one word thought, ‘obedience.’ I am thankful for that experience. It has changed how I view going to church, how I talk to people, and how I read my scriptures. It is no longer a chore to make it on time to nine o’clock church, it is now a way I can show Heavenly Father how thankful I am for Him.

My friends, trials will come and they will go, and I know if it wasn’t for The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints I would be angry, bitter, alone and sad. God does not give us trials we cannot not overcome. If you are going through a trial in your life do not give up hope. Find strength in God because he is aware of you and loves you.

“Out of the refiner’s fire can come a glorious deliverance. It can be a noble and lasting rebirth. The price to become acquainted with God will have been paid. There can come a sacred peace. There will be a reawakening of dormant, inner resources. A comfortable cloak of righteousness will be drawn around us to protect us and to keep us warm spiritually. Self-pity will vanish as our blessings are counted.” –James E. Faust

This is her "model" pose ;)

Staci, Thank you so much for being so willing to share you story on my blog. I know you have helped so many people who just might be in the same situation you are. You have taught me so much about trials, the gospel, our Heavenly Father, love, and friendship. Love you little bear :)

Thursday, October 30, 2014


This months Inspiring Woman is my beautiful cousin LaRee! She has had a life full of miracles and surprises. I look up to her so much and hope that one day I can be the kind of mother she is. She loves so deeply and relies on the Lord with unshakable faith. Here is her story...

I grew up in Orem, Utah. After graduating from Orem High I attended my freshman year at Utah Valley University. That is where I met Travis, he had just returned from serving a mission in Santiago, Chile. We dated for almost a year before we were married and sealed right before I turned twenty years old. We have anything but a practical life.

I decided to get my cosmetology license in hopes of having a well paying job to put Travis through the remainder of his schooling. Plus, I have always loved doing hair and makeup. I graduated very quickly, and I had a job lined up after graduation at a Salon. I began to grow a clientele and was making a descent salary. One Sunday we attended a BYU devotional and we were both overwhelmed with a strong impression that we needed to start a family right away. We had the thought enter our minds that it might be hard for us to have children. Taking this very seriously we made it a priority. I got pregnant pretty quickly, easing our thoughts and concerns of infertility.  Travis was busy with school and basketball. He  started to stand out and get a lot of attention in the media his junior and senior years playing Basketball for BYU. His senior year he was invited to the Portsmouth invitational in St. Thomas. I was unable to attend because I had just given birth to our first son Ryder.  He played really well and was named MVP of the tournament. He began getting lots of phone calls and letters from agents offering to represent him in the NBA draft of 2003. He was then drafted number 37 of the 2003 NBA draft to the Atlanta Hawks.  We moved to Atlanta shortly after he had signed his NBA contract.

It was exciting to move to Atlanta. Our son Ryder had his first birthday there. I had never lived outside of Utah and was excited to have that amazing opportunity to experience living in the south of the United States.  I was blown away by the charm and beauty that Atalanta had to offer. Beautiful estates with such mature over grown trees. It was breathtaking especially in the fall and spring. I had hard days being away from family and friends, but the most amazing thing about being a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints is that you can find friends all over the world. One common thing brings us together is the perfect love of of our Father in Heaven and Jesus Christ. The gospel is an anchor that unites, bonds, builds, and strengthens friendships and relationships with those seeking to do his work, and improve their lives. No matter the circumstances His Gospel is an open invitation to all to come unto him, learn of Him and be made whole through His atonement. I'm so grateful for the Gospel and the blessing it has been in my life. It has been a secure anchor and shield when the winds have blown and storms have moved over me. In hard times I have always turned to the Lord and my burdens have been lightened and my loads have been made easier.  I am so thankful for my Father in Heaven and his perfect love and that he is a merciful compassionate God. So compassionate, He gave his only begotten son, so that each one of us can be forgiven, comforted, and blessed by Jesus Christ's Atonement. I'm so grateful for my Savior and his perfect obedience to do the will of his Father. All of these miraculous events happened because of love.  

Travis's contract came to an end. In negotiations his agent was able to get an outstanding offer from a team in Victoria, Spain. The offer was hard to turn down. We packed our bags and we headed on a flight to start a new adventure in Spain.  It was a bit of a culture shock coming from Atlanta to beautiful Vitoria. The kisses on the cheeks were hard to get used to. Being American and coming from a family where we were not very affection, we value our personal space.   The food was very different, the cars, buildings, shopping, siestas, fashion, and slower pace of life. When I first got there I was a bit arrogant,  thinking that it was silly that they closed everything down in the middle of the day to nap or rest.  As I lived there longer I began to see the beauty and grew a deep respect for their culture and tradition. It was nice that families could come home in the middle of the day from work or school to rest or spend time together. I also learned to appreciate the warm greeting of the two kisses on the cheeks. It was very kind and respectful and it broke walls down of coldness or insecurity instantly. After all, in my religion, kissing on the cheek was like going to first base... Just kidding!! But it is unusual to kiss a complete stranger where I come from.

My husband was very busy and rarely was able to attend church with me. It was challenging going with my 1 year old son and not speaking any Spanish.  Luckily there was an Elder serving in that area. He was an angel. He is still the missionary who has left an everlasting impression on me.  Elder Bateman would translate the meeting in English with a head set and microphone. All while playing the piano and blessing and passing the sacrament. Sometimes he even ended up giving a talk or conducting because people did not show up. A missionary on a mission to serve the Lord.   People at church were very quiet and not as friendly as they were in Atlanta. But there was the kindest lady named Maria Jesus.  She just smiled and kissed me on both of my cheeks and she adored Ryder. She always made me feel welcome.  Her eyes shined like the sun, with the light of Christ.

We had been in Spain for 2 years with no luck of getting pregnant for the second time. We decided to see a fertility specialist. We soon learned that we had infertility issues. It came as a shock because we were able to get pregnant so quickly with her first child, we almost didn't believe the news. Our first son Ryder was a complete medical miracle. We then realized the only way to have more children would be with fertility treatments. We began the process of in vitro fertilization immediately.  It was a horrible experience, I was given the wrong injections several times that caused hyper stimulation. I ended up in the hospital with complications and difficulty breathing. It was very scary. Travis was out of the country playing in Russia and was not given permission to fly home to take care of Ryder and I. Luckily Travis' sister Heather was able to come to the rescue with a phone calls notice and she was there the next day to care for Ryder. I am so thankful for her and her sacrifice. To make this long story short the IvF was unsuccessful.  My dearest friend I made in Vitoria  named Teresa was always serving me and helping me. Maybe it was out of pity or perhaps she was an answer to all of my prayers. Although she wasn't the same religion as I, we had similar values and characteristics. To this day, I love her like a sister.  I'm so thankful for her friendship. She is beautiful in every way. I am so grateful to have met her in a time of life when I needed a friend so desperately. After Trav's contract was up in Vitoria we returned to Utah and tried another Ivf full cycle in LA. It was successful! We packed up, and set out on a new basketball journey to Moscow, Russia. Shortly after we arrived I had a miscarriage. Starting all over with a new country, apartment, language, culture and life I really struggled with the miscarriage on top of all of the uncertain things in life. I did not have a friend in literally thousands and thousands of miles.  My husband was traveling 2-3 times a week out of Russia. He was gone 6 -8 hrs a day in the car to get to his practices twice a day. He sacrificed living closer to his practices for me and our family so that we could move in an expat community. He was sometime in the car 2 hrs each way. He is so unselfish and thoughtful, I love my husband.

I was utterly alone. There were times where I thought if I did not have Ryder I would have died of a broken heart.  Ryder was my side kick, my buddy, best friend, and he was the sweetest child. I was so thankful for him and that God had given him to me before we took off on the basketball adventures.  One night after Ryder had gone to bed, I began to search the scriptures with tears streaming down my face and with words of my prayer crying out of my heart and mouth. I pleaded with my Father in Heaven for an answer, or at least a reason for my suffering. I asked for peace and comfort. I even asked if He cared or was he even aware of me? I came across Mathew 11:28-30.  I was overcome with a tremendous feeling of peace and comfort. I had a very strong impression that I was there to do some work and help His children in Russia. I also felt a strong feeling of love and that he was aware of me and wanted me to not weep or feel sorry for myself. My trial was small and it was not going to be forever. I was prompted through the Holy Ghost to begin searching the statistics of orphaned children and statistics of children with special needs in Russia. Earlier that day I had seen an episode of Oprah where kids were being sold into slavery in Africa for 20 dollars. It haunted me. 5 year olds were sold to work for fisherman. They were sent to retrieve nets out of the ocean and many of them could not swim. They would get caught in the nets and drown. The masters would just go replace them with another child sold by their parents for 20 dollars. It still haunts me even writing about it. It hurts my soul to think of this. But it also moved me and it still does today. I went into action with a crazy idea to start a children's foundation to help children around the world. I would start right there in Moscow, Russia and hopefully be able to help in other parts of the world.
My husband and I always had a desire to adopt so we began to fill the adoption papers out when Ryder was four. As we were just about to mail them off I found out that I was pregnant. No fertility treatment just an answered prayer and a miracle from our loving Father in Heaven. It's crazy how the Lord works. He refines us, He sometimes has to test and try us so we can be the instrument or tool He needs to build up His kingdom. I'm so humbled by His perfect plan of happiness. It is real and I testify of it. I know our Father in Heaven loves each one of us and Christ lives. He atoned for our sins and he is the prince of peace. The atonement is real and it is powerful, it's miraculous. I have seen it change lives, comfort the heartbroken, and soften the hardest of hearts and allow forgiveness and mercy to take place. It is beautiful and glorious.

Shortly After my pregnancy my husband's Achilles ruptured during a game, we were sent home to Utah for an emergency surgery. While we were home we were approached by a nice gentleman named Eric. He worked for nature sunshine. He mentioned that his company was looking for a foundation to sponsor and they wanted the foundation to be doing work in Russia. It was a perfect match and they became our founding sponsor. We know it was another miracle and a stepping stone to help the children in Russia. We returned to Russia with funding and began to do humanitarian work with the funds from Natures Sunshine. We lived in Moscow Russia for 4 years. It was amazing and beautiful. I love the people and culture. I'm truly blessed for the experiences I had and people I met there. Because of the foundation a sweet little boy named Artem with liver failure was able to get a liver transplant and is healthy and happy. The impact of the foundation today.

In no way do I want to take credit for the impact. I truly believe it has been Heavenly Father's work and my husband and I were instruments and tools that helped the miracles take place.

Since starting the the foundation we have been blessed with 2 more healthy boys and a beautiful daughter through adoption. We have four beautiful children who are miracles and gifts from God. I love being a mother and a wife, I love my husband with all of my heart, and I love my kids deeply. I am so blessed and I count my blessing daily. I truly see the blessings through the growth of overcoming obstacles and challenges.  With the Lord all things are possible.
When you have promptings don't stay in neutral get moving into action and be an instrument and you will allow miracles to take place!!

Thank you so much for sharing your story, LaRee. You are truly inspirational. Love you!


Tuesday, September 30, 2014


I grew up on a small farm in Taylorsville, Utah. My cousins and grandma all lived very close to me, it was a wonderful life. The kind I dreamed of having myself when I grew up and got married and had kids of my own. I met my sweet Cowboy at the Salt Lake County Fair, showing pigs. We competed against each other along with my cousins and his. We all cheered each other on with our animals. We were all friends and dated each other. Josh and I started dating the summer of my senior year, that following  August we where married in the Salt Lake Temple for Eternity. 
One year for Christmas I got real baby stuff like a stroller, cradle, diaper bags, etc. As a little girl I always loved playing dolls and dress up. In fact I started dressing up my dogs and cats for fun. When I was a Senior in high school the counselor would always ask, what do you want to be when you grow up? My answer was always a MOM!! They would look at me like I was crazy, but I didn't care. I had many wonderful women to look up to, my mom and grandma. I loved how my mom made our house a home. She loved decorating for all the fun holidays. She was a wonderful cook, and so was my grandma. So needless to say my love for wanting to be a mom only continued to grow and grow. 
We waited a couple years to start a family, when we were trying it was really hard every month having that time come and know that you were not pregnant!! I had lots of friends, sisters, and cousins having babies. I was always so happy for them but wondered why not us? Why are my dreams of being a mom not coming true? After many years of not being able to start our family, we thought about adoption. I have seen adoption first hand, two of my cousins were adopted, my husbands cousin is adopted, and my sister in laws son is as well. We wondered if that was the path the Lord wanted us to take. 
After many many  prayers, we decided to go into LDS Family Services. We received loads and loads of paper work. We spent months working on it. We went into Family Services for the first time in January of 2007, and turned in our paper work in May of 2007. As many of you know adoption is a roller coaster, you never know when you will get that call.  I tried my hardest to be prepared as much as we could. We had a couple things come up but nothing ever came about. It was the end of October, my mom and sister said to me while we were at lunch one day, do you still think you will have a baby by the end of this year? I said yes. And a couple days later we got a call  about a little boy due in about two weeks. 
We met with this sweet birth mom who was 25. When we walked into meet she had her mom with her. Crazy thing was her mom was my English teacher in Jr high. As we talked I saw a woman who was strong and very courageous. She delivered a beautiful baby boy on November 17, 2007 we brought him home the day before Thanksgiving, what a wonderful and thankful Thanksgiving it was. We waited 10 long years for him to begin our family.  
        As Zak got older he would talk about wanting a brother or sister. It broke our hearts to think we couldn't do anything about it. Josh and I both had been to the doctors, they said everything was fine with us. That was the frustrating part not knowing why we couldn't have a baby. As years passed we were getting very frustrated. So, in May 2012 we decided to turn our papers into a private agency it took me months to make our 6 books. Finally we turned them in the end of October. Then, we waited. 
        At the end of March we got a call from this private agency saying there was a birth mom interested in us, she lived in Las Vegas she was a single mother of four this was her sixth child, she had placed a little girl two years earlier. A week later we meet this beautiful woman, she wanted me to be in the delivery room, I was so grateful for this opportunity, her due date was May 23rd.    
 This birth mom was not receiving proper prenatal care so a couple days before May 17 both me and my mom had a strong feeling she needed to go see a doctor, but she wouldn't go. 
           On May 17th we got a call in the middle of the night saying she was in labor, we packed the car so fast, and headed to go meet our new baby. When we were twenty minutes away we got the worst call any one can receive, our baby Kaylee that we had waited years, and years to join our family had passed away. I was so sick and our little boy Zak shouted out no, not my sister! It was the worst thing we had ever been through. We had wanted and waited for this little girl for so long. I could not go to the hospital I just couldn't do it. We left our gifts that we had for Christina, Kaylee's birth mom, with the agency and headed back to Utah. On June 25 I got a text in the middle of the night from Christina of pictures of Kaylee, she was beautiful, tons of dark black hair. It was so hard looking at them, it was almost like starting over again, my heart was broken. I wanted my baby girl here with us. 
           As I was struggling, there were many days I would say Heavenly Father you need to carry me today, I need you, I know there were many times he carried me. My love grew closer to my heavenly father as I relied on him each day. I heard a new quote that I loved it was, "I Can Do Hard Things". My Mom had a little boy in her ward pass away and told me I should go to the funeral, she thought it would help me, that maybe someone would say something that would help me. I didn't understand it at the time but, I did end up going. I'm so thankful for my mom being in tune of the spirit because Elder Holland was there, I will never forget that day and the feelings I had. I told my mom I wanted to shake his hand so as the funeral was ending many people where standing in line to shake his hands, I felt as if the Lord was here on earth, I know he is a man of God. After I walked up to him to shake his hand I told him that I enjoyed the words that he spoke, I then told him I had lost a little girl a couple weeks ago, he said I will pray for you. He said the Lord is mindful of me. I will always treasure that day, I felt like he had a hand in what was about to take place. 
         After Kaylee died a lot of our families said that the Lord would make up for our loss, that this next child that would be coming will be extra special. I remember I had told one of my sisters that I believed that before I came down to this earth I knew what trials I would face, I believed I knew that this would happen and that I told the Lord I can do this, I feel like He said there will be amazing women that would bear children and that they won't be able to raise them who in this room would raise these amazing sprits I believed I raised my hands, even jumped up and down saying "I will, send me!!" 
          The first fast Sunday in August I fasted that a birth mom would find us, Josh even bore his Testimony saying how we love birth moms and how thankful we are for them in our lives and blessing us. After Kaylee passed away we told Zak we needed to pick out a different name for a boy or girl, we asked him what name he liked. He said Makenzee, and that was it, then he would pray that a birth mom would find us, and that Makenzee would come into our home. 
            On August 5th I read an email that a sweet, amazing birth mom sent. I about died when I read her name, her name was Makenzie. I knew then that our Heavenly Father does hear us and does answer our prayers even if we have to wait years. As I was reading it I could feel this sweet woman's testimony, I continued on to read that she was almost 13 weeks along I said oh Lord you wouldn't do this to me. How will I make it that long. I felt like all that we went through that the Lord would bless us with someone calling saying that a baby was here. But that wasn't the case. I will never forget the excitement I had as I read but, I was also scared. With adoption there is always a possibility of scams. I was worried and scared that after all we went through maybe she would change her mind.
            She had found us on it's about love LDS website, I then was like oh my gosh those pictures I had on there were not updated I was like oh no she might think Zak is younger then what he was so I hurried and emailed her telling her to check out our blog and that would help to find out more about us. We met a couple days later at Longhorn steak house. When she walked in with her mom we gave them a hug, it was like I was meeting up with a long lost best friend. We were there talking for almost 5 hours, I couldn't believe how much her mom looked familiar to me. We asked her what they thought the baby was and she said a Girl! As the weeks would go on we would text each other every day, I believe we never missed a day, our love grew for this amazing, strong birth mom. we loved her family as well, it was like we had known them forever. 
           When we went down for her ultra sound it was a day I will never forget, as we were on our way there she asked if we had ever been to Cedar City, I told her yes to stop and get gas on our way to St George, or Vegas except for about 10-12 years ago for Josh's cousin, Shane, who died in a hunting accident. Then the next crazy thing happened, she said that's my cousin. We about died. We could't believe what we had just found out. Our family was linked in so many ways already. 
           We would ask Zak what is Kenz having and he would say a girl every time, right before we went in we asked him again he said my sister. As they were doing the ultra sound, I was trying so hard to hold back the tears, I had never been to an ultra sound, I felt very grateful that Kenz and her family let us be there. As the baby showed on the screen tears ran down my face as I looked at that perfect baby, it seemed like years but finally the tech said, it's a "Girl"! We all were so happy we knew right there she would be called Makenzee as her big brother had picked out months ago. 
         As February got closer the more excited our little family was getting as we were waiting the arrival of Makenzee. I remember Kenz going to the doctor and her telling me that they would be inducing her a week early. Her induction date was scheduled for February 12th. The plan was, we would leave in the morning and head down, we got down there before noon. Things were moving so slow so we went and got some lunch, I remember being over come with emotions as I thought it's taking so long she must have too many loved ones to say goodbye to. I could imagine it in heaven. It was the longest day ever, it seemed like time went still. Things were still so slow. 
          I was a wreck worrying about and wondering how Kenz was feeling and doing.  Finally about 3:00 am on Feb 13th her mom sends a text saying the doctor's on his way, we jumped up of course we had not gotten any sleep, her mom said just so you know Kenz is pretty agitated and might not want you in the room to see Makenzee be born, my heart sunk but I knew I couldn't see her in pain.  When  we got there her dad was waiting and all three of us were so excited!! 
          Then her mom came running out saying hurry Em she wants you to come in.  When I walked in that room I saw a very brave, and strong woman, the one that would bless our lives with this sweet baby. There was a very sacred feeling in that room, as I stood in the corner watching the doctor, tears were rolling down my face, as soon as the doctor said she is almost here she has a lot of hair, I was dying, as she was coming out I saw an Angel, I can't describe the amazing feelings. Kenzie allowed me do everything as If I was the one who gave birth. As I cut her cord I thought what an honor to be in that room to be with her sweet birth mom who was in labor for 25 hours, who minutes later was making everyone laugh with the things she was saying. 
      Josh and Kenzie's dad were then brought in, I will never forget the look on Josh's face when I handed our sweet Makenzee to him, he was so proud. I knew then she will always be a daddys girl. There were so many loved ones that were there to see Makenzee, she is one lucky girl to have so many people that love and care for her. She is blessed to have three grandpas, three grandma's and three wonderful great grandparents. She is so blessed to have so many love her. Two families combined into one.  I will always be so thankful for these amazing birth moms that make it possible for me to be a mom, and to have my family. I'm so thankful for Kenz and her family and for Kenzies Christ like love. She is truly an answer to so many years and years of prayers. I'm thankful for our Heavenly Father for carrying me through my trials, I'm thankful for the knowledge that one day we will see Kaylee and be able to raise her. This past weekend we were sealed as an eternal family, and Makenzee was given a blessing by her father. It was a really neat experience having all of our families together as one. Adoption is love, I am so lucky to be a stay at home mom to these sweet children who we have been blessed with, I have the best job!

Thank you so much for sharing your story, Emilee! You are a perfect example of how prayer really does work! Our Heavenly Father listens to us and is aware of us. Emilee, you are a wonderful mother and it is such an amazing thing that you are able to keep such a close relationship with Kenzie. She is a great person with so many special gifts! Kenzee is one lucky baby girl! #loveforopenadoption

Here is Emilee and her sweet family (minus her hubby)...

Here are some pictures of this sweet family from their Temple sealing!