Monday, July 31, 2017

With All My Love

Dear Boys,

Lest you think I'm crazy for writing a letter on my one week off, hear me out. Having a son serve a two year long mission, with another son a week away from going off to Brazil to serve a two year mission, there is no week off. My love for my boys never ends. Whether or not you are on missions, living out of state, or working out of the country, my thoughts are always with you.

This weekend, having all six of you home, has been near and dear to my heart. That you are all developing into such wonderful men, all of you kind, compassionate, intelligent, is more than a mother, at least this mother, could hope.

I love listening to you joke and laugh with each other. I love watching you hug or drape an arm around a brother or two. I love you picking up your little sister, or being willing to accommodate her needs. I love when you put a grin on your father's face. I love when you leave me no leftovers, or make me feel like my food is manna from heaven.

Each of you have such potential. Your futures excite me. Those whose lives you've already touched, and will continue to touch, make me feel blessed to be your mother.

Monday, July 24, 2017

With All My Love

Dear Elder Schenewark,

We're hoping you have one more preparation day, so you'll find your last letter in your box. Hopefully you'll be able to send one more as well. In case you had any questions, we will be at the airport. We're not sure how far in we'll be able to go but just keep following the signs for baggage claim for Delta. We'll meet you some where along the way, even if it's outside on the sidewalk of the Delta terminal.

Your testimony is beautiful. You can still write a note if you get a chance! We are so proud of you, your service, your effort, your righteous desires. Your willingness to go and do what the Lord commands, that obedience, is why you'll always succeed and be blessed.

Be safe. Be smart. We want you home.

And in preparation for your arrival the Bachs have arrived, Friday afternoon. They've spent in the little time they've been here taking your brothers golfing, building a train track with Breyer, attending Cooper's friend's Eagle Court of Honor, puzzling, toilet fixing, Eagle planning, metal detecting, un-denting the van, de-glassing the van, and removing the mud from the van.

Sundays are crazy! Last week I played the organ in sacrament, helped Miller write his talk he remembered he had, helped Breyer give her talk, tell Cooper he was suppose to teach his lesson, xerox my nursery paper, set up the room for nursery singing time, talk to the ward auto mechanic, agree to make fruit kebabs for an Eagle court of honor, sing with three year old group, play the piano for the junior primary, sing with two year old group, play the piano in young women's, and play the piano in senior piano. It's a fine line to walk. I wear a watch.

Your father's are just as crazy. He leaves just after seven and got home tonight after nine, due to a stake meeting. This week he got a phone call from a regional representative, who was contacted by a General Authority, over a member letter that was sent to Salt Lake City headquarters because of the poor condition of the ward flag pole.

Today at church the Primary celebrated Pioneer Day. What a treat for those under 11, as they went picking for berries and cow patties (red pom poms and brown felt), wrapping their bare feet in cloth (as most children did not have shoes), carving their names in rock (brown paper and chalk), walking through the icy Sweet Water River (ice cubes in buckets), making sourdough bread, brown paper vests and cloth aprons.

Your sister makes a cute Pioneer. She wore an apron my mother made for me. Your Uncle Aaron and Anna, pictured below, were on trek. They make good pioneers as well.

And of course, my favorite pioneers are my parents and husband. That they would be willing to give all that they had, especially family, to join the church, makes me so appreciative of their faith.

Speaking of your sister, when your sister has a friend over, it's foreign territory. I'll walk into a room and not know which country I'm in. One day I heard, "But Mom, I'm not pregnant." What?!? Another day one is in the shower, one is in the tub, their bedrooms. Blankets, pillows, dolls, toys are soaking up the water remaining from the early morning showers. They've played gymnastics, one player, one coach. Famous dancers,

And just to ease you back into the world, "Golf's oldest major championship,  The British Open, has a 2017 winner: Jordan Spieth, a 23 year old American from Texas. A dramatic final round capped the tournament, with Spieth vying with fellow American Matt Kuchar for the top position. China's Li Haotong finished six strokes back in third place."

That's a quick wrap up for the week. I've shared with you a few memories to kick off this week, and will end the week with you and me having a memory of our own.

Travel safe.



Sunday, July 23, 2017

Wednesday, July 19, 2017

A Golf Tournament

Hood County News Junior Golf Tournament

Sawyer earned a 1st place medal, shooting under par on 18 holes until the last two holes.
Two course representatives heard about his score and came to watch.
He'll have to work on being nervous when eyes are on him.

Miller was in a third place tie for first place until the tie-breaker shoot off.

Tuesday, July 18, 2017

Letter #99

Dear Family and Friends,

What do you say on your last preparation day? I would like to simply bear my testimony one more time, as a representative of our Savior Jesus Christ and His church.

I know that God is our Heavenly Father. He loves us. He yearns for our good. I testify that He sent His only begotten son, Jesus Christ to atone for our sins. I know that Christ suffered for each one of us individually. He bled and died for us. He has provided all of us a way, through repentance and His grace, to be able to return and live with them in the Celestial Kingdom.

I know that the Holy Ghost really does guide and lead. He testifies of the truth, fortifies against sin and temptation, and helps us become pure. I know that Joseph Smith saw Heavenly Father and Jesus Christ and was called to be a prophet. He translated the Book of Mormon. I testify that the Bible and the Book of Mormon both contain the words of God. I am so thankful for the wisdom and truth they contain, and how they can light our paths and help us reach our potential and have the Holy Ghost in our lives.

I know that today we have a living prophet, seer, and revelator in Thomas Monson. I know that it is through obedience that we come unto our Savior. As He said, if ye love me, keep my commandments. I know that when we make mistakes, we can repent, and return to the path. I know that families can be forever. I will be forever grateful for the chance I had to serve here, in the Brasil Vitoria Mission.

In the name of Jesus Christ, amen.

Elder Schenewark

Monday, July 17, 2017

Bobsled Buddies

Colorado Springs Olympic Training Center

Team Brazil

Sunday, July 16, 2017

With All My Love

Dear Elder Schenewark,

Your father will have left for a business trip early Sunday morning, and the computer will go with him. He warned me earlier in the week, and we thought it best to work on the weekly letter a little bit each day this week to ensure your mailbox would have mail early Monday morning.

Monday? I haven't laughed so hard and so long in forever! It all started with my daily question of what to make for dinner. I was perusing the fridge, wondering if there were leftovers, when I saw a small container of chicken meat. Combined with the baggie of carrots, the half bag of uncooked pasta, I was psyched to be using all the bits and parts up. And frozen leftover lasagna from the freezer to fill in the holes. Only after cooking carrots and noodles, and adding seasoning, did I add the meat, then realizing it wasn't chicken. It was tuna. From the day before. How could I not remember? How did my nose not remember? And then Breyer wanted some. And then Sawyer. And then Sawyer's friend over for the day. And they all ate the entire bowl! I came home later and the whole pot was gone. I just about died retelling the story to Dad, who was so glad he didn't choose soup.

We heard tonight from Bro. Welch that Sis. Niceler passed away yesterday. One of her last Facebook entries was on the 4th, wishing you a Happy Birthday. She is one of those valiant spirits you're blessed to have crossed paths with.

Tuesday? Miller and Sawyer went to the driving range, not having been on the greens since December. Even Breyer wanted to go. They were there to gear up for their tournament but more so wanting to be ready for you when you would play with them.

Wednesday, Best day ever! Sawyer and Miller were very successful in their golf tournament, both coming home with first place medals. And, your Uncle Roger and Mason flew into town. Stories were flying faster than the laughs. Boy stuff ruled. Even though they were up at 0330 a.m. to head to the airport, and were an hour ahead in time, they lasted until midnight. Seeing downtown Granbury's historic square and jail, a glimpse at the beach, and Davy Crockett's wife's grave, were some of the highlights.

Thursday there was a little bit of metal detecting going on,as well as a trip to Lockheed to see the F-35 production line, since Roger's BAE is providing the weaponry. Alamo on the big screen, a few games, and roping and riding with a cutter horse cowboy completed the day.

Friday the crew headed down south to see the Alamo, the San Antonio temple, Fredericksburg, and a rodeo. Just a whole lot in a short amount of time. Plus there was some fancy lemon meringue pie, and Baby Head Cemetery. I know the pictures will be worth the thousand words.

Saturday the boy gang headed off to the Fort Worth Stockyards and some Texas barbecue. Miller, Sawyer and I had baseball tournaments, and were joined by the boy gang for a couple of innings in Sawyer's game. Sawyer was picking up his bat, near a teammate warming up with a wood bat and wiffle balls, and got hit in the head. Probably has a minor concussion. Was feeling nauseous the first game, and only batted. He felt better by the second, and pitched well enough to only face ten batters in three innings.

We'll miss Roger and Mason. I love having a lot of boys around me, and this week has been wonderful. Hopefully their Texas adventure was fun, and will come back for another man-cation.

Porter went with your Tyler cousins to Colorado Springs. Their family had a few vacation days, and Porter and Luke wanted one last hurrah. They enjoy each other, feed off of each other, complement each other, and will sorely miss one another. He'll come home Wednesday evening, the same time as your father, who leaves for his trip in the morning.

I saw that former Brazilian President Silva has been convicted of corruption charges, including money laundering, and sentenced to nine and a half years in prison. Has this impacted you in anyway, in regards to protests or unrest?

We are down to under two weeks! Can hardly wait. My heart beats faster whenever I stop to think about you coming home. Here. To me. Finish strong.

All my love,


Friday, July 14, 2017

Roping with Rhett





Burrs, Fire Ants, Snakes, Lizards, Steers and Horse Poo - Oh My!