How are you ? We were very glad to see pictures from your President on line this week at the Flamboyant Zone Conference. Is that a real city?
It's been a cold week, and today is extra cold with the rain. We're so thankful we have a fireplace to use, and that we've been gifted with wood to add that extra touch of warmth in our living room.
I don't know a lot about your older brothers' lives. Tanner is busy trying to get his reading in while helping with Nora. AnneMarie's classes appear to be doing well. I'd be enrolled if I could. Nora is still adorable, talking up a storm, and very, very busy.
I don't even try to keep up with Hunter. I didn't know he had talked to Uncle Rich's kids about using the kitchen in his Utah house until I read Uncle Rich's letter. I just know he makes me smile. Except this week. He went to the dentist and has a few cavities to fill. He wasn't happy. I don't blame him. I loathe dentist visits now.
When the boys call, Dad walks into his library so he can hear, and I'm left out of the conversation as I try to carry on with life, but I try to listen to their snippets.
Sawyer's finger, that was hurt last Friday, was x-rayed on Thursday morning. You know there might be an issue when you get a call. The issue is a nondisplaced buckle fracture on the "proximal phalanx", or left hand pinky, where the last finger bone meets the first hand bone. We have a meeting with an orthopedic hand specialist in Fort Worth on Tuesday. Compared to Cooper's two pinky injuries this seems so minor but we'll go to see what they say. He hasn't stopped playing ball, he just tapes his fingers together very low, and wraps a piece around his hand. I didn't go to Tuesday's game, which they had no difficulty wining, but got to see him play Friday. Due to inclement weather, and wanting Everman to leave as soon as possible, they cancelled all freshmen games, but bumped up three to JV, of which one was Sawyer.
He played great. The last time JV played Everman they lost by 40. That night it was by 2. Sawyer and gang went in early in the first and gave them a 25 point lead. Seriously. And little by little, over the four quarters they lost the lead. Sawyer played great. His friend Nathan hit the floor really hard, hitting his elbow and back, and took a bit to shake it off, otherwise I don't think there would have been a problem pulling ahead. Sawyer has one game Tuesday, away, and the season is over.
Miller had one prime game yesterday, and now his season is over as well. He lost by 2 as well, but had a spectacular game. I really love how each coach adds something to his repertoire, and am thankful I have one more boy to play for me. I love watching you boys play. I love watching the boys Miller plays with now defer to him for the shot. He has a beautiful three point spot on the sidelines, and when the T was thrown, he was chosen for the shot. On the way home, with Sawyer in the car, he asked me how old you had to be to coach. I told him I didn't know, but asked why. Because he wanted Sawyer to coach him next year. It was very sweet.
Cooper went on a WIT field trip Friday, over night through Saturday, to visit the Texas A&M campus. His doubles partner decided to go, so he went, so no meet this week for the dynamic duo. I haven't even seen him yet. He got home while we were at Miller's game, changed, and went out the door to the stake dance. He had a very creative proposal to the prom. I don't even know when he thought of it never mind made it, as we pass like ships in the night, but it's adorable, and probably printed on his 3-D printer at school. He's taking one out of a pair of identical red haired twins.
Wagner is still adjusting. So are we. We've called him Wrangler, Ranger, Wheeler. He's still very, very picky about food, and is still losing weight. He doesn't know how to play ball or tug. We found out he loves to obey commands, and will come bounding when you call, sit when you ask, and go looking for you when you call. Those are good starts, and he is so very, very sweet.
And of course, Miss B. Her birthday is next Monday, and she talks about it every day. She knows the dog is a big part of it, for which she agrees. But we'll think of something fun for her to do involving pink. She's already requested an ice cream cake. I thought you would enjoy a throw back picture from four years ago. She went on a school field trip this week to Bass Hall in Fort Worth to see a play, always living such a charmed life. She's continuing on in her gymnastic skills, and has become our dog groomer, dog dentist, dog nutritionist, and doggie roommate.
Brigham Young, for whom your partially named, began a long westward exodus from Nauvoo, IL to Utah on this date in 1847. The trip took a little over three months. I will be contemplating their journey as you finish your journey back to us. It is a fitting contemplation as earlier this week, when my trash can blew over in sub arctic temperatures, and I was outside reclaiming our trash blowing in the wind, I was painfully aware of how cold they must have been. I was only outside for a few minutes, while they had weeks. Walk straight and safe in your dangerous urban area.
Love,
Mom
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