Home Sweet Home

We moved to Utah when I was 11 years old. Within just a few short months my parents sat us down and told us my mom had been drinking too much of the 'Utah water' and she was expecting another baby. My oldest brother's reaction was to look at my dad and ask, "How did that happen?" My sister Whitney and I just exchanged knowing looks. We had made a joint effort to pray extra hard for a new baby to come to our home. Prayer answered. That December the cutest, fattest headed baby was born and we immediately all adopted him as our own. From my Dad on down the line to Cole...he is Our Boy Brant. The poor thing is a mish mash of all 4 of his older brothers and sisters as we all had a part in raising him. This is a mixed blessing I'm sure. The next kid in age is Cole, who is 7 years older and the next brother Ryan is 7 years older than Cole. My FAVORITE thing about my brothers is that age has not mattered a drop. They are not just brothers in arm, but friends for life. Oh the stories I could tell...

We are beyond proud of the youngest of our Neider clan. He went and did what he was commanded to do. No question. No doubt. He watched his brothers leave and serve and he did the same. As a mother of (almost) 3 boys it is something I will appreciate forever. The standard has been set by a faithful father and 4 faithful uncles. The theme this month in primary is "Family members have important responsibilities." Thanks men for fulfilling one of those responsibilities by setting a stellar example for those to come behind you.

Picture collage of a great day in Neider History.












This tie has a history! My oldest brother Ryan wore it on his mission to Chile and came off the plane wearing it. He handed it down to Cole who wore it during his 2 year sojourn in Arkansas and stepped off the plane also wearing it. Cole handed it down to Brant. He too stepped off the plane in the brothers' tie. It is worn and frayed, but has served it's wearers well. It is being retired as it has lived a good life.