The White Boys (no pun intended) in our ward decided to shave their heads to support our momma! A special thanks to Nick, Chip and Chris!
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Rubbing Rocks
Every year since I was born, our family has gone to Lake Tahoe, CA for the summer. There is a special beach there that our family calls "Rubbing Rock Beach" because it's the only beach in Lake Tahoe that produces these dark black, smooth, silky rocks. We'd spend the day skipping them and throwing them into the water, but before we'd go my mom would always tell us, "Don't forget to find your rubbing rock. It has to last you until next year." To us, our rubbing rock was a reminder of the laziness of summer, the memories under the sun, the joys of being with family, and our good luck charm until we could come back next year. That's why this blog's address has its name.
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