Life is the same...

It always amazes me to travel somewhere and have so many similarities to my own life.

It is comforting to know that there are other families all over the world who get up everyday and desire the things for their children and spouse that I do.

They want to nurture, teach and love each child.

They want to make a positive difference in the lives of the people around them.

They want to share what they know and learn about the things they don't know.

They want to laugh and love in a way that makes all the hard things worth doing.

They want to create a home that is a safe place for the ones they love, and a welcoming place for every person who steps through the door.

They are busy running kids to activities that increase their talents and create memories.

I love this concept.

While I was waiting for my sweet friend Michele to prepare for our friend Jen's funeral, I wandered the mountainside of Bountiful, Utah.

There I found all those things I wrote of before.

I saw a Young Women's group with leaders who had ice chests full of ice blocks for a fun activity, just like Madison had several weeks ago.

I saw this sweet soccer team beaming in the fading sunshine, just like so many of Easton's football practices.

I saw youth groups coming out of the temple after doing baptisms for people they never knew, just like A.J. and Madison so many months ago.

I saw dads watching this practice below, rooting their children on, and desiring in their hearts for their child to succeed.

I saw babies being held like Tymber and little girls like Brooke, Ellie and Annie tumbling on the sidelines while a sibling practiced.

Life...just like mine.

Not in every way, but in so many of the same ways.

I love that we are all so different, yet so connected as we continue on this journey we call life.