With All My Love

 Dear Elder Schenewark,

We miss you! Often throughout the week, usually when a humorous situation occurs, I think of you. Also when I share poignant moments with Miss B. 

Last Thursday Sis. Young passed away, the Young of Porter's middle name. The services are obviously in Utah, so Dad has asked your three older brothers to attend on his behalf. I know Hunter and Porter were able to attend together. The Young family was a rock in the life of your father as he was navigating his baptism, preparations to go on a mission, and the only support while he was on his mission and when he returned. I will always be eternally grateful to them and their example of Christlike service to your father.

Spring has sprung in Texas meaning the backyard is a mess. We had purchased a new lawn mower in the fall, used it for twenty minutes, and stored it in the garage over the winter. I made two passes in the backyard on Tuesday, and a wheel came off. Only having a 90 day warranty, I called Home Depot and after telling my story five times, each time moving farther up the chain of command, the store manager finally agreed to allow the return with my receipt. I'm thinking I did not keep the receipt, thinking by the time it was used 90 days would have passed, but was able to locate it on the bank statement. Hopefully Dad will have luck exchanging the lawn mower. 

Tuesday afternoon Miller had his first track meet, in Stephenville. Normally Dad would be right there and able to attend but this semester he's teaching at the Fort Worth campus on Tuesdays and Thursdays so he returned to be with Breyer. He was also able to pick up Sawyer's boots that were resoled for his birthday, and drop mine off for new heels.

Miller's three running events were the 100 yard dash, the 4x100 and 4x200. Those were completed after he had finished his two field events, the high jump and the running long jump. Between those two events, he actually had done a bit of running, so after the first two running events, I could tell he had nothing left to give in his portion of the 200.

After three bar raises, I believe beginning at 4'10", then 5'0", 5'2", Miller won the event at 5'4" - the only one to go over, and the only one to have no misses. Because of that, they allowed him to try 5'6" three times. Almost. That height is also the school record. Coach Allen was very solicitous of me hiding near the equipment to shoot video. He stated that Miller is definitely a jumper, is very excited to be working with him, and believes he will soon pass the school record. You have three attempts at the running long jump. I missed the first, waiting at the wrong end of the track, near the triple jump. I caught the second on film, which was his longest, 18'1", and missed the third, 17' something. He received first place for that as well, and passed the 8th grade winner by an inch. Miller could technically be in the 8th grade, so there is that. There were two heats in each of the running events. But I believe he got second in the 100 yard dash, and the relay teams placed second in both events, Miller running the third leg in both.

Sawyer's game times changed to 4:30 from 7, so I wasn't able to go last night. Dad said he was told Sawyer had some great plays while playing third, and was the only player to have hits. But they lost.

Breyer is scheming and designing her plans for a bake sale - to fundraise for her tortoise.  Enough said.

She finally has her animal prints shellacked and hanging in her bedroom. There are a few more things to finish off her room, but she loves her own space.

Dad is tasked with buying two new mattresses for the twin beds, and the library will stop being a bedroom for Sawyer, and the old king mattress will be stored until we have visitors.

At church today it was announced from the pulpit that people wearing masks could sing. Oh.my.goodness! I was so excited, thinking my year of playing organ solos was over. It wasn't quite what I expected, as people singing through masks are very quiet. I could hear phrases here and there, but the organ pipes drown out the noises that might have been made. But having singing in church again is getting closer. I miss singing.

What joy to have you join us in our Come Follow Me tonight. I've been waiting since December for that to happen. Thank you! Even though you were traveling, riding, walking, knowing you were plugged in made such a difference. So wonderful to feel that sweet missionary spirit. I'm hoping tomorrow isn't a Tuesday I signed up to feed the missionaries only because Miller has a home track meet.

And, I'm glad you got to put your eyes on sweet Jules. Everyone else has met her. She's a doll. Such a sweet treat for Hunter.

Have a wonderful week! Keep up the good work. Saw you have written but haven't gotten to take a peek.

Love,

Mom