Ellen DeGeneres

A few months after losing Preslee, I remember feeling extremely overwhelmed as I drove home after starting my last semester at BYU-I. I walked in through our front door, dropped my bag in the corner where Preslee's toys used to be, and broke down. I had hit an all time low, and felt incredibly lost. I had no idea how to fill my time at home without being a mom. Out of pure desperation, I turned on the TV and as I switched through the channels, I stopped on the Ellen DeGeneres show. Before the hour was up, I realized I was smiling, something that I hadn't done in months.

Over the next couple of weeks, I found myself racing home, hoping to catch Ellen. It became my way to escape grief, even if it was only for an hour. And over time I became grateful, as each new episode gradually turned my smile into laughter.

Over the past two years, my appreciation for Ellen has only grown, and yesterday it did once again.
 
After weeks of trying to get Ledger to dance, (jamming out in the bathroom each morning is a daily occurrence) Ellen was able to accomplish it in seconds.

Thank You Ellen,

for everything.