The Sullengers

For the past couple of years my dad (who owns 3 Wendy’s restaurants) has donated money to the annual Primary Children’s Radiothon in our area. This year, he invited me to take donations over the phone with him, while my mom watched the boys.
It didn’t take long for my dad to tell the lady in charge that I had experienced Primary’s for myself, and before I knew it, I was telling our story on four different radio stations. (I only cried during 3 of the interviews). We love Primary Children...

One thing I’ve learned about grief is it doesn’t go away by ignoring it. Grief tends to stay close, and without warning pounds on the door wanting to be let in. The longer it is made to wait, the angrier it becomes, and usually becomes harder to get...

My heart broke today when I read two stories that were sent to me.
After losing Preslee, I told Pat I hope we will be well off in the future, because I want to be able to do things for others that have been done for us.
I want to be able to afford to fly a family three hours away so they can be waiting at the hospital when their daughter arrives after being life-flighted. I want to be able to send money to a family staying at PCMC so they can afford to eat in the cafeteria...

After braving the F2TF 5K, we realized we run most errands when the boys are asleep. The boys don’t get out much, and we decided we need to change that. (You should have seen them at a restaurant…)  In UT we stopped at Target, placed the twins in a double...