I couldn't find the picture I wanted to use, so instead, you get a pictureless post (Mom, you will probably know which one I wanted as soon as you read this.)
Today is Pioneer Day in Utah. And so today I am grateful for the sacrifice that my ancestors made. All the sacrifices. I am grateful to them for not giving up, for pressing forward with Faith and Enduring to the End, even in the face of hardships and when it seemed like they would lose everything dear to them.
One of my ancestors, probably the one I know the most about was the daughter of James and Eliza Hurren. She suffered such a severe case of frostbite that a doctor urged amputation of her legs to save her life. This little girl didn't walk a thousand miles to have her legs cut off! She lived a long life (with her legs), and made a big difference to our family.
"I think I know how it is to be grown up; it's when you feel how someone feels that isn't you." -Frances Griffiths