Angela – Page 168 – Letters from Home

Last Day of School

The kids finished school last week. We were busy, then suddenly, we were not. And the house was full of school papers to sort and the music room felt little bit empty without the cello we rented for the school year.

Those are real smiles, earned from a year of adjustment and work. They did a marvelous job. I don’t have a picture of Paige or Daniel because they promptly took off with friends once they got their freedom.

The social outcomes we had envisioned for our children when we sent them to public school were achieved this year. There were surprises and a few disappointments, but overall, I am so pleased at the growth I have seen and their broadening circle of friends.

Little Slugger

We might have a first baseman in the family in Mark. It’s delightful to see him catch and throw so well. He gets excited and hops in place as he watches the plays. He is proud of his RED helmet and bat.

He came home with a trophy last night after the game. So fun.

Yesterday was also a special day for Mark at school because he won an iPod touch in the school reading contest. He came home a celebrity after the school assembly.

We gave him a CD for his birthday with a mix of his favorite songs such as Payphone, That’s what Makes You Beautiful, the theme from A-Team, It’s Always a Good Time, etc. He comes home and rocks out in his bedroom each afternoon.

It’s just so fun to see Mark enjoy life.

Paquita

Paige is performing as a demi-solist in Paquita this week. Ballet is beautiful and rigorous. Paige’s feet are raw and her pointe shoes are bloody. I tell you this because she makes it look easy. She is strong and beautiful and we are so proud of her artistry and the sacrifices she has made to become a dancer.

I had no words for her last night as we drove home late from her dress rehearsal. I ached for her; I was proud of her; I didn’t say enough, I am sure. All I could do was buy her a milkshake and sit with her while she ate it. I have never experienced anything like she did at that grueling rehearsal last night.

Ballet is one of the lonely battles she faces. She’s an example of how to face difficulties and challenges with a smile and with grace. Only two more nights, Paige! You can do it!

You are an artist.

You are strong.

You are beautiful.

You are loved.

A Program, a Concert, and some Fashion

Timothy participated in his 4th grade program this week. It was a celebration of Utah, full of songs for voice and recorders, a fantastic choral reading, and he presented a flawless speech. It represented a year’s worth of Utah Studies and music. I loved it.

Mrs Johnson was a wonderful teacher for Timothy. This was her 35th year of teaching. She’s retiring this week and the school won’t be the same without her.

I have inherited my Great Aunt Susan’s wardrobe. It’s classy and smart with whimsical touches. I love fashion, but I don’t buy clothes very often for myself. It’s a real treat to wear her clothing. I wore this to Timothy’s program with a brown and white beaded necklace. I wore heels with the wide-legged pants and pulled my hair into a loose bun. Overdressed for a school program? Yes, but who cares.

We don’t have photographs of Daniel’s orchestra concert this week, but we were so proud of him for playing the solo for Beauty and the Beast on his cello. He did a great job and was a good sport about playing the girls’ choice of music for the finale: Firework by Katy Perry! I wore this outfit. I love the red corduroy peplum jacket with big buttons. The pants are a nice heavy knit, comfortable, but dressy.

And for church today, I wore this outfit. The beads belonged to my Great Grandmother Spencer. The jacket and dress were Susan’s.

This week there are two ballet performances to attend and two fancy outfits to plan. Although it feels a bit silly and indulgent to post photos of outfits, I am sure it won’t be a permanent habit. Oh, but I do love clothes.

The Quads

Dear Quadruplets,

You are moving away soon and I will miss being your neighbor. I have loved taking care of you. You won’t remember me, but I will always remember you!

Love,

Angela

Baby Shower for Stacy

Sarah took some photos of Stacy’s baby shower last Friday evening. Susan threw the party in her backyard under the tree. What a gorgeous time, and what a warm and outgoing person our new sister-in-law Stacy is!

I dropped by to give my grandparents, parents, and my aunt and uncle a hug on the way home from the shower. My smile on the way home was deep and lasting. I’m so thankful that I can go to things such as baby showers, baptisms, and birthdays for my family. I’ve enjoyed going out to lunch with the girls or just one or two at a time. We’ve had cozy winter evenings and holiday celebrations. Summer evenings with family will be my next favorite delight.

My Day with Timothy

I got to spend the day with Timothy and four of his friends at This is the Place Heritage Park for a school field trip. Timothy is a good kid, laid-back and fun. These boys were adorable.

I am still not “over” being in Utah. I get so excited about seeing temples and monuments and churches everywhere. I kept waiting for the guides at the park to mention something about religion, but they didn’t. I suppose they aren’t allowed to talk about that with school groups. However, it’s impossible to tell the complete story of the Mormon pioneers without mentioning their faith. The pioneer journey wasn’t just a big trip. They were hunted because of their religion. They were motivated by their faith. They were led by someone with priesthood keys to organize such a trek. My ancestors rode with them. Some of my ancestors walked. They did it because they were being obedient to a prophet.

Despite religion not being mentioned, there was a feeling about the place, similar to the feeling at a national cemetery or memorial. As I looked up the green canyon where the pioneers entered the Salt Lake Valley, I felt it. When the 10-year old boys circled around the statue of Bodil Mortensen from the Willie Handcart Company and discovered that she died at age 10 and was their height, I felt it. As they lined up to pull handcarts, I felt the familiar swell of admiration and respect for the handcart pioneers.

It was a beautiful day, sunny and breezy and the canyon was so green. I bought the boys some candy and let them run. What a sweet day.

Prom & a Birthday

It was a weekend of lovely moments. Mark’s 7th birthday came and we celebrated with a trip to the dinosaur museum, a treasure hunt, and strawberry shortcake. We love our red boy whose enthusiastic oohs and aaahs at the dinosaur museum reminded us how great it is to discover something new.

Lovely Paige went to the school prom. She had a lot of compliments on the hairstyle that her aunt Susan created.

Thanks for all of the help, Susan!

Prom, a birthday, a trip to the cabin, and hosting a ward party at our house have taken all of our energy. I have a few regrets about the weekend, and one is that we didn’t get pictures of the beautiful homemade decorations and homemade ice cream bar that we made under a charming tent in our yard.

I sewed 30 feet of bunting in reds and blues to drape around the tent. There were blossoms from the yard in red and cream bud vases; there were red and blue dishes of chocolate, mixed berries, cookies, and nuts, arranged on a red and white gingham tablecloth. There was a candy machine with a jar of coins for the children to use. There were happy neighbors who stopped by to enjoy the festivities.

I’m not trying to write a design and lifestyle blog, so these lovely details will need to live in your imagination and my memory.

As Richard and I waited up for Paige to return from her date, he composed and performed his own lyrics to the song Bring ~~Him~~ Her Home to keep me smiling.

It’s a lovely life.

25 words

Rosemary M Wixom, the Primary General President, spoke in General Conference about the importance of the words we speak and write to our children. She related the story of a prisoner of war who was allowed to write home after years of imprisonment, but he was allowed only 25 words. He wrote, “These things are important: temple marriage, mission, college. Press on, set goals, write history, take pictures twice a year.”

Here are my 25 words to my family. If I did this next week, the words would be different, but this is what I am thinking about today:

Christ lives! Obedience brings power and understanding from heaven. Love one another. Find heroes in the scriptures. Develop charity. Keep a journal. I love you.

What would your 25 words be to your family?

Mother Daughter Tea Party

This was the tea party Paige and I attended on Saturday for her ballet studio. It was an Alice in Wonderland themed party and it was full of beautiful mothers and daughters dressed up in their Sunday best, eating dainty finger sandwiches and petit fours. Paige danced. I have never seen a more elaborately decorated party. Mothers decorated each table differently. Many of the delights had little signs which read, “Eat me” and potions bottles with corks read, “Drink me”. There was the Mad Hatter, the Queen of Hearts, cards and hats aplenty.

I watch the little ballerinas and their mothers and it doesn’t seem like Paige should be one of the older girls. However, she has danced for eleven years. Eleven years. This is quite an accomplishment and we’re proud of her. Her last big recital will be in June. She’ll always dance, but not as many nights a week. It’s the end of an era.