With All My Love

Good morning Elder Schenewark!

We miss you. Every day we pray for you. Your humor joins us at unexpected moments. Your love for your sister echoes with her confidence in herself and her place in the family. Your efforts to always be the best you can be exists as your brothers still compete to be the best they can be as well.
Your family has done well in remembering last week’s challenges from the prophet, especially to pray for those lands that have yet to hear the gospel.

I found some planters in a neighbor’s trash pile. Cooper helped by spray painting and sealing them, and I transplanted the flowers Sawyer was unable to sell for All Star baseball, that we had to purchase. Cooper is still working on the stone benches for the fire pit. Hunter helped clean up the stones in the yard, as well as continues to tend his garden. We might have to push it towards the house farther next time, as the back end is much drier.

Your father and three younger brothers leave in the morning for a week of high adventure and scouts. They’re driving to the Guadalupe Mountains for a hike, and I know Carlsbad Cavern is on their agenda. Other than that, not much else is known, and your father is going crazy. Miller might be dragging his feet a bit, Cooper has been packed for a few months, your father still is not packed, and Sawyer forgot his contacts until I reminded him, but they’ll all have a grand adventure. Your father is worried about his on line class that starts Monday, church business, and getting ready for his tenure evaluation in the fall. But he’s always put you boys first.

Hunter will hold down the fort with Breyer, and when he has small jobs pop up, we have Sis. Dewey scheduled to take Breyer out on their own adventures. Work adventures this week included a rabid possum on the freeway, blocking one lane of traffic. And the pigs that busted out of their truck enroute to the market – dropping off onto the highway while the truck kept on driving. Lots of squealing, hiding, running, and bacon jokes all day long.

Hunter has been reading all of my boxed letters from high school through college through his birth. These are letters from all my family members to all family members - such a treasure trove of family history and forgotten facts. He shares his daily finds with us around the table, and with others over the phone. I’ve had a wonderful life.

Tanner and AnneMarie are headed to Montana for AnneMarie’s side of the family summer vacation. Of course Nora is going. They were kind enough to Facetime before they left – Nora is such a joy.

Friday we took Sawyer in to get his stitches out early. He missed the ten day requirement by three days, and it was obvious when he left bleeding and glued with steri-strips. Hopefully he’ll have no issues with infection while he’s gone, and as he is just finishing up his antibiotics.

Saturday was the annual fish fry, changed from adult evening to ward party. Can’t say your brothers wanted to go and eat fish, especially since it was also Bentwater’s annual BBQ, but I made some pasta salad and went. Dad and Cooper had to go to a dance, as Cooper has a stake youth committee meeting he goes to, so it was good we went and represented. Hunter is already well loved, as he socializes so well. We had spent the afternoon outside at the Y swimming, so we were all ready for bed when he came home, having just enough energy left to stop by Bentwater’s club house and pick up the last two brisket burritos and mini Blue Bell ice cream cups.

That's the news that's fit to print. Your cousin Meg was pulled out of Nicaragua and is now in the Dallas Texas mission. Look out for a secret, clandestine dinner one day on the way home from work. Won't that be fun!

Know of our love for you. Please send me the mission address so I can get your stuff back to Brazil.

Love,

Mom

P.S. Did you get Aunt Janel's box?