Hey Shelsi,

How is our sweet Angel on earth?  I am so glad to hear that you are doing so well.  The power of prayer is truly amazing.  Of course, it goes hand in hand with your faith and incredible spirit!

Let me know when you are feeling up for a little visit - Vincent & Raquel would love to come and see you...(me, too!)

Hugs & kisses to ya, Baby!

Lisa

 Shelsi,
  I bet your glad to be home!  I just wanted to share a couple things with you..   Something you said that I will never forget.. One day I was working in the backyard at your Dads, and earlier I had gotten the news that the vet thought surgery was not a good idea and decided that our beloved Snowshoe kitty 'Norman" would have to be put down due to a tumor they found in his kidney. I was contemplating whether I could bear to go and say goodbye to him,  and I asked you "What you would do if you were me?  You said something that I guess I had'nt realized..  You said "Well, Do you wanna go see him? I said It would be to hard. you said, I'd ask myself, which is more important, For me to see him, or is it more important for him too see me, one last time.... Thank you for enlightening me at a time like that. I have shared it with quite a few people in that situation since then.. as obvious or simple as that may be. I will never forget the way you said that...  anyways...  Thank you..  I found this poem a long time ago online and I thought it was pretty good, the guys name is jeff but its not me.


                                                       From Jeff

	Butterfly
	Once,when I was a child in body,I caught a butterfly.
	It was easy. I just waited till it had landed and snatched it up by both wings.
	It was so beautiful.I named it "Heart" because of the pattern on it's wings and the joy it made me feel inside my chest.
	I would keep this butterfly. This Heart	q
	.But a terrible thing happened. The beautiful pattern of it's wings, the heart of many colors, was being rubbed off by my fingers!
	I let Heart go but she didn't seem so beautiful and carefree anymore. And she seemed to fly more out of resignation than out of joy.
	I learned a lesson that day. Beauty is not something you grab because you want it. Beauty is not something you can possess whenever you feel the need. Beauty can be a very fragile thing indeed.
	I see another butterfly.She is flying crazily in the blowing wind. And being tossed endlessly and dangerously across the sky.
	But I have learned my lesson.I will not grab the butterfly for fear I'll surely do more harm than good.
	I think I'll simply hold out my hands and offer her a place to land. A place to be temporarily sheltered from the wind and the storm. \
	And if she lands I will hold her with the gentleless of touches so that she may fly again whenever she wants to.
	And if she lands I will tell her how poignantly beautiful she is. And how she touches me in a place deep inside...
	A place so deep that there could be only one name for this butterfly. If she lands I will call her "Soul".
	© -Jeff B.With wishes for peace and rest to all of the little butterflies who were grabbed and possessed instead of heralded and allowed to fly...

Dear Shelsi -

I can't tell you how happy I am that your health is improving - it's a joy to be part of your circle, cheering you on!

Keep on trunkin!
Best,
Susan

Shelsi,

Hope you are doing well....the kids have been sick, so I have stayed away.  I am glad that there were some inspiring thoughts from Pres. Monson's book for you and your family.  We are glad to hear you are home