Just typing that made me smile as I reflect on your three brothers serving, and the letters I typed for them. Although in this case I'm writing Cooper, and that also puts another smile on my face. We miss you. We spoke of you all weekend, as Hunter flew in this past Friday, and you're the only one she hasn't met.
Dad and I picked them up at the airport, and drove straight to Rodeo Goat burgers and fries. They were starving. Their plane sat on the tarmac a while, so they arrived a bit late, and hadn't eaten anything all day.
We also stopped off at the Fort Worth Stockyards just in time for the 4 p.m. cattle drive. Although we didn't buy anything, we shopped a while in their western themed shops. Using our persuasive skills we talked our way into the rodeo arena for a picture, and to show Jules the steep seats and dirt floor.
We arrived home just in time to scoop up kids and head to Sawyer's area finals baseball game. I stopped at the first game the night before, in Arlington, while on the way home for work. After a couple of innings in overtime, the 7-7 game ended 7-8, their win. And the second game also ended in a loss. So Sawyer's baseball season is over, and if feelings remain true, he will not be playing next year.
Miller's season is also over, with him not participating in the last two weeks as his knee injury heals. He has been invited without trying out, to play on the all star team, by a coach who has had him in the past, and he will join them for a couple of weeks' long season.
Your siblings are in their last week of school, ending Thursday in a half a day. And they are all still studying and taking tests as well. I remember the last week of school as not being so important, but know this to be wrong this year watching Sawyer stay up until 2 a.m. after a baseball game to study, and spend 12 hours Saturday in his chair doing homework.
Miller has an award ceremony at the middle school tomorrow. The only reason I'm telling you this is he has his outfit picked out already. Hilarious. A purple button up over one of his purple and white athletic shirts; and a pair of jeans.
Breyer had technology day in her classroom today, and brought the chrome book in her backpack to school, as she is the only one without a personal device. The writing of this letter almost preempted myself keeping the chrome book, but I figured I'd have enough time, before Dad confiscated his for the new semester, to get one done while he transported kids and walked and showered.
Saturday Hunter and Dad wanted to take Jules fishing at the pond but the timing didn't work out. They did go with Miller to the frisbee golf course. Breyer tagged along with Wagner. Hunter came home with a few mosquito bites. Then they went to the drive in theater for Twister, and he came home looking like he was covered in boils. He had so many bites, while everyone else had none. It was hilarious but not. I stayed home with Sawyer, punching through school assignments, as I would have required the taking of two cars.
We've had two deaths in the ward - Sis. Gibson's nonmember daughter, and Hunter's grandmother, my sitter's mother. You know Sis. Dewey had been dealing with cancer, but the quickness of her death was surprising. We did Sis. Gibson's funeral for her Saturday, and Hunter's funeral is next Saturday. Dad has told Bro. Dewey to try and make arrangements with Hunter's mission president so he can watch the service.
Tonight we'll take Jules to Babes, and watch Miller in his choral concert at the high school. Throw in lots of walks, Sawyer making Jules a pair of leather earrings, shooting arrows in the back yard, and playing lots of games, and finally fishing, we've enjoyed our time together immensely. How blessed we feel to have added two amazing women to our family. They're both happy, giggly, eager to try new things, and have loving parents and siblings. They both bring such great joy to your brothers, they love the Lord, and they know that raising their children is the most important thing they can do with their husbands, and are setting such great examples for this and the next generation. "For I have no greater joy than to hear that my children walk in truth."
Continue the walk you're taking in bringing others to the truth.
Have a wonderful week!
Love,
Mom
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