This has been the week of rain. As you know, when Texas rains, it rains BIG. And HARD. There are been a few flooding and high water issues, a lot of accidents, but no displacements like other areas we’ve seen. A few areas west and south of Granbury had ice with the rain. Tarleton in Stephenville was closed for two days, as when the rain froze on the tree limbs, they broke and fell on the power lines. Dad got some good shots.
Proctorville has had flooding issues, as Larry attested in our phone call together. He said Route 7 is like an island. He also said our field had sold for $700,000 and lots are selling for $50,000 each. Little lots. He sends a wet but Appalachian drawled “Hello.”
Due to the rain the baseball tryouts for both your brothers were cancelled. The draft is today, and the coaches will be selecting players blind. Your brothers have yet to switch modes. They’re both still in full basketball mode, only throwing one day since last season. Miller played his last prime game yesterday, and Breyer finished up her gymnastics session as well. Her gym as open jump sessions on Friday after school, and three were going to go until we heard from the Welch family. They had come into town for Stephen finishing his mission this week, and flying into Oklahoma City.
After their stop at the temple, they drove down to have dinner with us, arriving in two cars. It was just wonderful to see them! Once you start talking, it’s like you haven’t been apart for more than three years. They’re such a sweet, dear family from our time in Ohio.
Nathan walked in the house, gave me a hug, and asked for you. Several times throughout the night he asked where Porter was. Rebekah works in the purchasing department and kept us entertained with the unusual purchase requests that come across her desk. Wolf urine was our favorite.
Cooper came home Saturday after a tennis tournament that began Thursday after school. He had two out of four wins at College
Hunter is surviving college. His stories make me laugh. This week it was the worst date ever story.
We’re still having our almost weekly face to face chats with Nora. What a sweetie! She is a rolling machine. She lifts her right leg until her knee is bent, and uses it to push herself over, over and over again. She does love to move! Her cheeks are pink from rubbing the carpet!
Love my family. Love you. I'm going to close with a portion of your Dad's talk he gave in church today.
"Each of us also carries a load. Our individual load is comprised of demands and opportunities, obligations and privileges, afflictions and blessings, and options and constraints. Two guiding questions can be helpful as we periodically and prayerfully assess our load: “Is the load I am carrying producing the spiritual traction that will enable me to press forward with faith in Christ on the strait and narrow path and avoid getting stuck? Is the load I am carrying creating sufficient spiritual traction so I ultimately can return home to Heavenly Father?”Sometimes we mistakenly may believe that happiness is the absence of a load. But bearing a load is a necessary and essential part of the plan of happiness. Because our individual load needs to generate spiritual traction, we should be careful to not haul around in our lives so many nice but unnecessary things that we are distracted and diverted from the things that truly matter most."
Mom
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