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Merry Christmas

To be honest, 2019 has not been our best year. It seems something or someone was constantly breaking (I really am not exaggerating) But somehow, we have pulled through as a family and have learned so much in our journey. We laugh more heartily and forgive more readily. We have grown in faith and gratitude and we acknowledge Jesus Christ as our Savior and Redeemer. Merry Christmas from our house to yours and may 2020 be just a little bit better than 2019!


Here is an update on our family...

Travis continues to be incredibly busy in our latest venture as he oversees the management of our three Papa John's Stores in St. George, Washington, and Cedar City. He also continues the management of our car wash. In his spare time, he has enjoyed hunts in Colorado, New Mexico, Nevada, and Utah with his dad and sons.

Amyanne runs the home, volunteers at the schools, loves attending the the temple, enjoys time in the hills with Travis, and writes a column for the weekly paper. Her side Hustle is the life of a substitute teacher as she renews her teaching license... she hopes to get hired as a high school English Teacher in the coming year. She has also written a book this year that she hopes to see it published in 2020.

Seleck continues his study of Philosophy and Spanish as a Junior at SUU. He will be married to the beautiful Leydi Pena Chavez from Lima Peru, on January 18th (we are so excited to be gaining another daughter). He works at Papa John's as a manager and takes s care of the family car wash.

Stockton is recovering from a sub taelor joint fusion in his left foot and is preparing to serve a mission. He works as a CNA at the Cedar City Hospital. He is currently training to work in the positions of huc and tele as he is recovering from surgery.

Madsen is 4 months away from graduating from Canyon View High School where he serves as a student body officer and plays baseball, and go figure he was named the "class clown."

Emma is enjoying her first year at Canyon View where she serves as a class officer. Her cross country season was cut short due to a stress fracture. She is loving playing basketball and looks forward to track season!

Maleck is looking forward to being ordained a deacon, passing the sacrament, and going to the temple for the first time. He loves 5th grade... or at least recess and enjoys playing basketball with his competitive team, the CV Ballers.

Well that's a wrap

Enjoy the photos from our Christmas Gallery... and my column that appeared in today's paper! Merry Christmas!






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ryone loves to trudge deep into the forest and cut his/her own Christmas pine. It is a tradition that many have enjoyed for generations. The Weaver Crew was no different. While we never enjoyed a horse drawn sleigh or horse ride into the forest to find the perfect Tanenbaum, our adventures were always eventful. Trying to please three girls may even have been painful for our four brothers. But for the most part, they were good sports. On one particular Christmas tree cutting sojourn, “Coach” as he is called now days took me and baby sister (she hates it when I call her that) and decided to head towards Cedar Breaks to find what was to be the most fabulous Fir. We gathered our snow gear and jumped in big brother’s truck. Snowflakes fell silently in the sunshine of the morning. It looked to be the perfect day for memory making. SR 143 was open so we took the chance- maybe not the smartest idea as the snowflakes began to gather quickly on the paved road to our “little forest.” But the road showed fresh signs that the snow plow had been there, so we continued. With each snowflake that fell big bro grew quieter and baby sister prayed harder. But I was completely oblivious as I was mesmerized by the sparkling snow and the carols on the radio. But most of all, I knew my big brother would take care of me just like always. And then in one swoop, it happened. We spun off the road and found ourselves in a snowbank. Climbing out of the truck, “Coach” surveyed our circumstances and reached for a shovel. Unfortunately, the shovel was nowhere to be found. Baby sister must have sensed the surge of panic in our brother’s demeanor as her prayers became incessant. Dressed in his insulated overalls, he used his body to push away the snow. To this day, I am unsure of how long we were stuck. I don’t remember feeling anxious or afraid. I felt 100% at peace. However, I do remember the absolute look of relief on my big brother’s face when a snow plow came to our rescue and pulled us from that oversize drift. We didn’t get our tree that day, but we had ourselves an adventure. Many Christmases have come and gone since that December day. Time and life events have weathered the relationship of my brother and me. But I still know he is always there. In fact, he reminds me of another brother. This other brother continues to be there for me no matter the weathering of our relationship, no matter life circumstances, no matter the storms, the snowflakes, or the snowbanks. It is his birth we celebrate by trudging into the forest and cutting the perfect tree. He has been and always will be there for me. Merry Christmas!

eryone loves to trudge deep into the forest and cut his/her own Christmas pine. It is a tradition that many have enjoyed for generations. The Weaver Crew was no different. While we never enjoyed a horse drawn sleigh or horse ride into the forest to find the perfect Tanenbaum, our adventures were always eventful. Trying to please three girls may even have been painful for our four brothers. But for the most part, they were good sports. On one particular Christmas tree cutting sojourn, “Coach” as he is called now days took me and baby sister (she hates it when I call her that) and decided to head towards Cedar Breaks to find what was to be the most fabulous Fir. We gathered our snow gear and jumped in big brother’s truck. Snowflakes fell silently in the sunshine of the morning. It looked to be the perfect day for memory making. SR 143 was open so we took the chance- maybe not the smartest idea as the snowflakes began to gather quickly on the paved road to our “little forest.” But the road showed fresh signs that the snow plow had been there, so we continued. With each snowflake that fell big bro grew quieter and baby sister prayed harder. But I was completely oblivious as I was mesmerized by the sparkling snow and the carols on the radio. But most of all, I knew my big brother would take care of me just like always. And then in one swoop, it happened. We spun off the road and found ourselves in a snowbank. Climbing out of the truck, “Coach” surveyed our circumstances and reached for a shovel. Unfortunately, the shovel was nowhere to be found. Baby sister must have sensed the surge of panic in our brother’s demeanor as her prayers became incessant. Dressed in his insulated overalls, he used his body to push away the snow. To this day, I am unsure of how long we were stuck. I don’t remember feeling anxious or afraid. I felt 100% at peace. However, I do remember the absolute look of relief on my big brother’s face when a snow plow came to our rescue and pulled us from that oversize drift. We didn’t get our tree that day, but we had ourselves an adventure. Many Christmases have come and gone since that December day. Time and life events have weathered the relationship of my brother and me. But I still know he is always there. In fact, he reminds me of another brother. This other brother continues to be there for me no matter the weathering of our relationship, no matter life circumstances, no matter the storms, the snowflakes, or the snowbanks. It is his birth we celebrate by trudging into the forest and cutting the perfect tree. He has been and always will be there for me. Merry Christmas!

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