With All My Love

 Dear Elder Schenewark,

Happy Mother's Day is in full force over here, except my phone call from Elder Schenewark. I suppose with weekly calls there's no need to call on the other days that I used to get calls from my boys. So just so you know, I was thinking of you today.

Your brother Miller and your father were both speakers at sacrament meeting. Forgetting it was Mother's Day, and especially since he wasn't asked until late Thursday night, I kept asking him what his topic was - does he need any suggestions - do you want me to help...and he would only say, "I'm all set." "Wait until Sunday to find out."  He did a marvelous job. When I asked him for his talk, he told me he threw it in the trash at church. My heart broke a little. But I learned he knows I love him and he loves me back.

Your father's talk had everyone wholeheartedly laughing when he shared his secret with them. Since meetings have been "zoomed," he has sat on the stand, peeking at his ipad, to see glimpses of me near the organ. So sweet. What he didn't tell them was that he even screen shots pictures as well. He spoke of AnneMarie and her mothering of his grand daughters. He spoke of Sis. Young and the mothering influence she had in his life. He spoke of my mother, one of his favorite people in the world, as she and he love to talk together. 

Your brother and family left Texas Wednesday. They were such a delight to have here. Having a sweet baby in the home reminds you of eternity a bit more. Ingrid is a delightful, happy, contented baby. Nora is as inquisitive as her father, as busy as an uncle or two, and smart as a whip. She does love her bedtime ritual of books and a song. She would fall into bed every night, and be woken up earlier than ever with your siblings getting ready for school, and marshaled on through the day with enthusiasm. Taking down the crib yesterday left me feeling melancholy.

I hope you have a wonderful week. Know how much I love being your mother. How privileged I feel when I think about you choosing to be in our imperfect, hiliarious family. Hilarious in the fact that we sometimes parent flying by the seat of our pants. But we have the gospel to anchor us in our attempts, and are so glad you're sharing our greatest blessing with others.

Love,

Mom