We are sick with a cold that we have evaded for 8 months. A despicable, nefarious cold that waited to get us when we tried to venture to Disneyland.
The missionaries are out speaking and teaching. We’re here eating chips and sneezing. Here are some photos of our day.
4 lemons. I named them Paige, Daniel, Timothy, and Mark…not because my children are sour but because these lemons are beautiful.
We carry this friend around with us to ease our sore throats and coughs. Timothy played chess on my computer most of the day.
Here’s your reminder that Mormon missionaries are awesome.
Daniel collected berries in the backyard.
A treasure that I remember from the old days.
My sick little boy, smiling despite the trouble in his respiratory tract.
He stayed close to me most of the day; here he is snoozing on my shoulder again.
I keep finding things that remind me how my dad loves my mom. I won’t tell you the name of her listing on his cell phone, but it’s darling.