Sunday, June 25, 2017

With All My Love

Dear Elder Schenewark,

This week, for not having anything on the schedule, has flown by. Summer's almost half way over for your siblings, and we've yet to hit the kick back and be bored stage. In fact, I'd say we've been moving close to the "wonder" stage this month. Not like the wonders written about in 3 Nephi 2:1,3: "And it came to pass that thus passed away the ninety and fifth year also, and the people began to forget those signs and wonders which they had heard, and began to be less and less astonished at a sign or a wonder from heaven, insomuch that they began to be hard in their hearts, and blind in their minds, and began to disbelieve all which they had heard and seen—"

I often think of the wonder we feel when we learn something new, that we know to be true. A piece of heavenly inspiration, an earth shattering revelation, a quiet moment of peace knowing you're eternally loved. It's so easy in today's world to be hardened, and to forget. Your new converts experience this wonder, we should do so as much as possible. Your missionary moments need to be remembered.

Your brother finds out Thursday whether or not your Thanksgiving gift will be a nephew or niece. I'm cheering for a baby Schenewark!



Your brothers spent all week at a basketball camp. There were three daily awards, and most days your brothers came home with two out of three of them. They're that good. Sawyer really dominated, and has the high school coach very interested. When he scored 23 out of 25 free throws he asked Sawyer to explain to the camp why he was so successful. The coach asked for Porter to visit, and was invited to his farewell.

Porter and Cooper spent the week mornings painting a huge shed. Between a million nail holes to fill, boards to nail, edges to tape, wasp nests to knock down, they moved slower than they thought. But they're getting paid by the job, not by the hour. They've got it painted, but will spend some time this week finishing the edges in a different color.

Breyer had a friend from church over one day. One long day. We brought her home at 5, on the way to a baseball practice. They played so well together, had multiple tea parties, and hid away to play the rest of the day. We'll definitely have her over again.

Porter is great about entertaining the troops when he can. He took them to see the third Cars movie that came out this week, as well as to the summer bowling program. Miller keeps asking to go.

Aunt Janel and Anna came into town tonight, on their way to Waco in the morning. Sawyer had Janel out fishing, with Dad having the only success. Anna took Porter and Cooper down to the high school to use the tennis courts. While they were here we finally celebrated Dad's 50th birthday. Cherry pie is his favorite, and his was very good. When's the last time you've had an apple pie? We had fun guessing baby names, future wife possibilities, and grandparent endearments.

Four weeks left. We're so excited! It's hard for me to write letters knowing you're almost home. Finish strong. Be safe. Know of our love for you. Which is dear and forever.

Love,

Mom

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