Kelly is the mother of 5 adorable kids--4 boys and a girl. The girl came in a package with a boy (twins).
Kelly is married to a charming young man who lives and breathes computers. They are also guardians for three nieces and a nephew.
She is active in the community having served as PTA President of a local elementary school,
on the board of the Salt Lake Mothers of Twins, as a district round-table trainer with the Cub Scouts, as a volunteer for Sidelines (a support network for Women on bed rest during pregnancy) and she and her husband are active in the LDS Church.
"And now, my sons, remember, remember that it is upon the rock of our Redeemer,
who is Christ, the Son of God, that ye must build your foundation; that when the devil shall send forth his mighty winds, yea,
his shafts in the whirlwind, yea, when all his hail and his mighty storm shall beat upon you, it shall have no power over you to
drag you down to the gulf of misery and endless wo, because of the rock upon which ye are built, which is a sure foundation,
a foundation whereon if men build they cannot fall."
I recently returned from my trip to West Virginia. We picked up my brother after he finished his service as an LDS Missionary. On our way back we decided to stop at the Mormon Pioneer Winter Quarters Cemetery in Omaha, Nebraska. Next to this cemetery is a Mormon (LDS) Temple. We had stopped at this historic site to see the temple, but it was a monument in the cemetery that touched me the most.
This monument had a list of names of those who had died during the winter of 1846-47 when the Mormon Pioneers had lived there on the banks of the Missouri River. Around the edges of these names were the words of the song "Come, Come ye Saints". I read the words from that song, "And should we die before our journey's through, happy day, all is well." I have always known and loved this song. But, the words had never reached me like they did just then.
The faith of these Mormon Pioneers had carried them twiceacross the Mississippi River and the Missouri River and would carry those who survived on across the plains of Nebraska and the Continental Divide in Wyoming. They left their beloved Nauvoo in a mass exidous because of brutal persecution. But they never wavered in that faith. They knew that should they die they would be well with God. They felt in the depths of their hearts that Brigham Young was a Prophet of God and that Joseph Smith had been called of God.
Death was not the end of their journey nor is it the end of ours.