Sunday, April 28, 2019

With All My Love

Dear Elder Schenewark,

Good morning! How are you doing? I keep forgetting a few maintenance items. Do you have any money in your account? I put some money in a long while back, but you'll be needing some for your travels home.

Also, Dad mentioned that you needed an application for the resident job you decided to do. Can you not contact the friend that told you about the position?

I think that's all for the moment. This week's highlights? Big and bold. Breyer and Jarrod left for Utah Tuesday morning. Which means I saw them last Monday night before bed. They got home this afternoon. Six days is a long time to be apart. All the boys at home remarked at one time or another how quiet it was, or how clean, or less chaotic. Miss B takes up a lot of room and creates a lot of energy, and we all missed her. There was less cleaning, less wash, less food preparation, less of everything. It's good to have everyone back home.

Dad has all the details. Hopefully Hunter writes a letter, although finishing off your finals, having visitors come into town, and having to pack and move all in less than a week probably means you'll be waiting a while.


Tanner had finals as well, enjoyed a few graduating dinners, and left for New York City Saturday morning.


Here on the home front Miller got in three baseball games, one Monday and two yesterday. He was the starting pitcher in all three games, as we had to miss on on Friday. He is coached well by his coach, and comments on how much he's helping him. He had six strike outs in a row the last game, after having pitched and played in the hot sun for two games, and had his field day the day before. He was beat. But he could throw the strikes. He got one inning off in three games. That's kind of an oops.

Friday night he went to his Pitch, Hit and Run regional competition in Mansfield. We hit some traffic on the way there, and the longer we sat, the more he waned. His running went down from 5.7 to 6.6, his hitting 151 to 94, and his pitching 7/7 to 2/7. Having the competition at night, after field day, is different than being fresh Saturday morning. Also, the pitching wasn't over home plate from the mound like earlier, but at the dug out, without a mound. There's another regional being held in North Texas. They'll pick the overall winner among the two competitions for each age, and those five boys and five girls go to a Ranger's game to compete with other regions all over the state. The winners from that game, go to the All Star game with the Rangers later this year. And maybe we'll hear nothing.


Sawyer had his last game Thursday. Because of the torrential downpour Wednesday his home game was moved to Burleson. Instead of a double header, the ninth grade team and JV each were playing one game. He was to pitch in the 9th grade team and play 2nd base in the JV game. While pitching, before his foot even returned to the ground, he was struck in the outside foot bone by a line drive. He did not go back into the game, and we left before the JV game began for a quick ER visit. His foot bones were not broken but he might have a stress fracture. Will have to wait for the swelling to go down, and there is a lot. We pulled into the home close to 11 p.m. Long night.

My closing thoughts come from church today, where we were studying the 138th section of the Doctrine and Covenants: "But behold, from among the righteous, he organized his forces and appointed messengers, clothed with power and authority, and commissioned them to go forth and carry the light of the gospel to them that were in darkness, even to all."

Of course I thought of you, and your mission. How fortuitous that the missionary force on earth is the same as in Heaven. Finish strong. And safe.

Love,

Mom

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