Sunday, March 25, 2018

With All My Love

Dear Elder Schenewark,

Spring has sprung in Texas. The grass is green, the trees are budding and sprouting green leaves, the flowers are blooming, the birds are singing, and we reached 90 degrees. Not that we’ll stay there, but when winter is over in Texas, it’s gone quickly. Grass growth explodes, and the bi weekly job of maintaining the yard has begun. I’m so grateful Cooper can assist with his handy dandy tractor he fixed and maintains. Yesterday Cooper used his tractor to go up and across the street one house to pick up Breyer. I’m sure that will be a fond memory for her, and one her little friends won’t soon forget. I’d love to be picked up by Cooper for a ride in the tractor!

Cooper played his last spring tennis meet this week in Arlington, and lost. He might have one more chance to play doubles in districts next week. We’re at the work-with-the-district portion of completing his Eagle Scout project – he’s running out of time very quickly. His room is still messy, he continues to draw, and he had a marvelous time at Mormon Prom, held in Denton this year. Hopefully pictures will be forthcoming.

Baseball season began this weekend with an opening season tournament. Miller played on Friday evening under the lights, and just lost. He pitched three innings, and was amazing. He had three strike outs the first inning, two in the second with the third out from a fly ball he caught, and two more strike outs in the third inning, with the third out from a ball he fielded and threw to first. Nine outs in three innings all from him. He’s moved up a field size, and for not having picked up a ball since last spring season was over, he did great. Not so much with his bats. He played two games on Saturday and pitched two more innings in each, and was almost as successful. He did better with his bats. He had a fabulous bunt up the third base line, and advanced a player to second. I could tell the coaches were surprised, and asked if they had given him the signal to bunt. No. He got caught in a pickle because the runner on second didn’t steal when the catcher missed a pitch. He did a head first dive under the tag and was safe. He hit a line drive to first base, stopped by the first baseman, and still beat him to the bag. He’s poetry in motion when he runs around the bases. I share this with you not because Miller playing baseball is important, but it is to him at this time in his life. He is still very shy, but communicates well in sporting situations.

Sawyer had two games Saturday. He played short stop in the first, and pitched in the second. His bats were slow to start as well, but his pitching is amazing. Lifting weights the past two years has increased his speed tremendously. I wouldn’t be surprised if he wasn’t pushing 80 mph yesterday, with mostly strikes. He won both games, and will miss the championship tournament game today, as will Miller.

I purchased Hunter’s airplane ticket to come home. This will be a first for us, as Tanner went straight to his pest control job, a mission, pest control, and marriage. It will be wonderful to have him home. Speaking of Hunter,he is currently in the lead with the March Madness tournament.

The younger boys are still watching basketball games. Not as devoted, as their teams are out, but interested enough in hopes that Breyer won’t be the winner. She’s in the lead and they’re not very  happy. With a win by #11 Loyola, they’ll be in the Final Ffor the first time. There are a couple of Elite Eight games that will finish today but maybe a 1 and 2 ranked teams are left. I’m not sure


I sent Nora a big Easter package. I just love face timing with her. I feel bad for Tanner and AnneMarie as it’s difficult to have a conversation with them when I’m having baby talk with Nora. And she’s addictive, so they don’t get me too much.


The big news of the week was Jarrod having Rudy, of Rudy fame, come to Tarleton University to speak. Jarrod arranged for his visit, picked him up from the airport, and made him laugh. Because he’s neighbors with AnneMarie’s parents, and home teaching companion with her father, they filmed a short clip Jimmy Kimmel style to share with him. They’re hysterical. Dad had a great time, and hopefully will have a few proprietary projects in the wings to do with him. They call each other “coach.” The youth group from Granbury and Stephenville wards went Wednesday evening to hear him speak, and they all went away with Tarleton tee shirts. You too.  He also provided signed photos for you all.


In reading a talk by Elder Rasband, Standing with the Leaders of the Church, he said, “We sustain leaders…who, by divine inspiration…are calling out to us to beware of the dangers we face each day – from casual Sabbath-day observance, to threats to the family, to assaults on religious freedom, and even to disputing latter-day revelation. ..Are we listening to their counsel?” What a great reminder in lieu of General Conference that airs this week. Have we listened and do we even know what was said in October? “As we press forward, choosing to follow the counsel and the warnings of our leaders, we choose to follow the Lord while the world is going in another direction.”

Speaking of the world going in a different direction, we got a call about a disturbance involving a man with a weapon and on drugs. Turned out he was yielding a toilet brush. Dealing with emotions from “this is serious” to “can’t stop laughing so hard I can’t breathe” can leave me wrung out.  But I’m happy to help.

Have a wonderful week. Maybe your birthday box will arrive in time for Easter.

Love,

Mom

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