Dear Elder Schenewark, family and friends,
While Dad's away, the schedule is not play. Sawyer's band concert went to almost 10 p.m. one evening, the same one Breyer graduated from kindergarten and Miller had an end of the season tournament baseball game. Another night Cooper stayed late at the high school working on a project, Miller had another game and two brothers had to go to the YMCA for a swim test for their boy scout camp. Even the days are busy with class award programs, class parties, and holding down the fort.
I've been thinking of calling the fort a name, maybe Roadrunner Ridge, or Hummingbird Hill. So many places in history have names that have endured through the ages because of the meaningfulness of the location. And so should be our home.
This week has been busy for other members of your family as well. Meg and Mitchell graduated this week, and Stevie will soon (Meg had some foot work done this week as well).
Your cousin Evan also graduated from West Point, with your father and brother there in attendance. I look forward to seeing more of their pictures, but here's a sneak preview:
Your father and Porter arrived in Boston Saturday evening, and will be going through the temple tomorrow with family.
Your younger siblings finished off school for the year Friday. Those who had poor attendance or test grades will be going this week, but they're done. Grateful they have some time off. Cooper went out that day and passed out lawn flyers, using his tractor in the neighborhood as his mode of transportation. He also was in charge of your sister, so she accompanied him in his bucket. By that evening they had one call, from the ten flyers he placed - he's very selective.
Saturday morning he and his lawn partner Hunter were ready to go early, and needed my help getting gas, and dropping off the small mower. He's charging $50 an acre, and $20 for each acre more.
Sawyer and Breyer were dropped off Saturday morning at the entrance to the subdivision with ten large potted flowering plants to sell for his all star baseball team. They were donated to every boy on the team, and could be sold for $10. He and his sidekick made short work in just over an hour, and because I wasn't back from Miller's practice, chose to walk home with their two camping chairs and blackboard sign. And it was 93 degrees. Your sister, not wanting to forge ahead in the heat, said "I feel like a pioneer."
And on that note, I bid adieu. Stay safe, know of our love for you. Two months!