With All My Love

Dear Elder Schenewark,

Another week in the books. Your letter was short, but your pictures made up for words that were not there. It was indeed good to see your handsome face! More!

Dad left Thursday morning for his New Mexico conference presentation. He was on the road by 2:45 Friday afternoon, not quite enough time to get to Utah that night. And in the morning, enroute through the canyons of Moab, encountered a snow storm, reducing travel to 25 miles per hour. I haven't heard too much about his Utah trip, except that he did squeeze in a visit to Sis. Young with Hunter, whom she had never met. He slept on an air mattress in Tanner's living room, as the other in laws were in the other bedroom on their air mattress. The Bachs arrived Saturday night, and took all there out to dinner. Now you're caught up! Dad sent me one photo, and I've been waiting all day for a few more, but most will most likely come tomorrow. I do know a dinner was planned, but Dad scooted out of town. He wanted to put in a few hours today, and still won't get home before 6 p.m. tomorrow evening.

With your father out of town, I had to take Sunday and Monday off from work. So excited to go to church this morning, and it was cancelled due to freezing rain. Truly. My luck. The 27 degrees made roads and especially bridges ice covered this morning. Dad found out, in Utah, before we did, as we were getting to walk out the door, and called to see if we knew.

I kept your brothers laughing this week. I don't think Breyer thought me too humorous. Friday I was suppose to bring Cooper to seminary, come back and take every body else to school, and then return to seminary to pick up the kids that need a ride to the high school. Except I forgot it wasn't a regular Friday, and just sat in the parking lot until seminary was out. On my way back home I had a heart attack when I realized they were all sitting at home waiting for me. Sawyer didn't mind, as he wasn't tardy, if we brought him first. Breyer and Miller had to go in with a note. Oh well.

I had to bring Sawyer to the high school to register for ninth grade. On the way, I wanted to stop off and pick up some glasses at the eye center. We walk in the door, put in our request, and while we're waiting in line Sawyer then tells me my shirt is inside out and backwards. Big black triangle tag right under my chin. So funny! Embarrassing! I scooted into the bathroom and made the switch. Not sure what he was thinking letting me go out of the house like that but I don't mind a good laugh.

Miller's rec basketball team lost their first tournament game so he's done with that team. Prime team resumes in a week or two. Baseball coaches have called trying to recruit both boys to their teams. Spring is in the air over here in Texas.

Sawyer's last game is tomorrow night, with Dad driving into town just in time. Don't know if he'll play or not, but the coach will definitely put him in for the win. They're undefeated in district play and this is a district game.

Cooper has his third all day tennis tournament Friday, and I'll probably stop off to watch a match or two in Arlington.

Breyer has only three weeks of her gymnastics class left. Darn! That went by way too fast! She loves it. She's always rolling around practicing her somersaults, or cartwheels. It was a good gift.

Cooper and I have been working on his eagle scout project papers. He has three months to get it all done. Darn!

I have no wisdom to impart to you this week, except that of a mother's love. I did read Elder Oaks' conference talk and he said, "Latter-day Saints who understand God’s plan of salvation have a unique worldview that helps them see the reason for God’s commandments, the unchangeable nature of His required ordinances, and the fundamental role of our Savior, Jesus Christ. With that worldview, Latter-day Saints have distinctive priorities and practices and are blessed with the strength to endure the frustrations and pains of mortal life."

So remember these wise words this week if you are down and out. Remember all those over here who love you, who pray for you, and who can hardly wait to have you back.

Love,

Mom