I love looking through old photographs imagining the lives of those in them. I wonder what our grandchildren will remember about us- what stories they will tell their children, our great grandchildren...
Perhaps it will go something like this...
They were young when they met. It was 1989. They didn't even know what love really was. They were best friends first. They shared the same circle of friends- good kids. Together they ran, and played. He was the track star. She was just fast enough to catch him. Over their high school years, their friendship grew, changed and developed.
Then came the days of Denmark- 1993 he headed to the MTC and then to the little land of Denmark. Their letters were filled with stories from each of their lives. Faith promoting experiences and gospel truths changed him from a boy into a man. She stayed home and went to college, worked, and wrote him. She began to define herself- to understand who she was. Seasons of doubt were there, but faith saw them through.
They married in July 1995 in the St George temple- 5 months after his return from Denmark. The early years were full of adjustments, improved communication and "endurance." Faith saw them through.
In 1998 Seleck arrived. He taught them both what family meant- What selfless service really was. Their brood grew adding Stockton (2000), Madsen (2002), Emma (2005), and Maleck (2008). She loved being a mom. He was enraptured by fatherhood. Their children were EVERYTHING to them.
Together they created traditions, enjoyed the outdoors, played sports, he coached, she volunteered everywhere. Those were busy days filled with the stress of providing for him and sleepless nights and long patient filled days for her. Together, they worked hard and served each other and the Lord
Then one night in February 2009 their lives changed. His massive stroke turned their world upside down. He fought, he prayed, she became brave and independent- their children were their everything. The stroke changed him and her. But faith saw them through.
November 2011 a near heart attack left her begging God on a hospital bed to let her finish her job with him- raising their children. Their children were their everything, and faith saw them through.
Teenage years more child rearing--- prayers and more prayers. College, marriages, grandchildren, great grandchildren. They grew old together. Their faith saw them through- it was their anchor. They were best friends. They worked hard and served each other and the Lord!
I love you Rigby. Happy Valentine's Day!
Always and Forever,
Amyanne
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