We had an impromptu bowl game party this evening with a couple of Tim’s friends who happen to be Utes. π
Go Cougars!
We had an impromptu bowl game party this evening with a couple of Tim’s friends who happen to be Utes. π
Go Cougars!
My goodness, we love him.
This was an epic year for Halloween costumes for Tim and Mark. π
Before Mark was set apart as a missionary, he wanted one last gathering with his Sanchez cousins who are his age, so we invited them to spend part of conference weekend here. MMSK is pronounced “misk,” and it’s an acronym of their names. Mostly, there was a lot of nonsense going on as they “watched conference”, but I think that the time together was important.
Mark and Richard attended a session of General Conference on Sunday. They brought the binoculars, which was a great idea.
When Mark sent in his mission papers last spring, I assumed he would be on a mission long before now. We’ve had a long preparation period, which was good in many ways and challenging in others.
We had time for more spiritual preparation and temple worship. Mark received mentoring in Preach My Gospel and got some work experience from his Sanchez grandparents. We had time to travel this summer.
The long wait means that the bandaid is being removed very slowly. I am pretty fragile lately.
Now that Mark has had a few days of home MTC, he is excited to go to the Provo MTC next week. Everything is as it should be: the wait, the anticipation, the emotions accompanying a goodbye, the excitement, his assignment. Everything.
Mark made this bed frame and two side shelves with cabinets during the 2023-24 school year. Getting everything set up in his room has taken some time this summer, and the furniture is beautiful.
The painting was a gift, a very generous gift, and the mountains remind me of our trip to the Grand Tetons this summer.
I have learned a secret about the spaces and rooms that missionaries leave behind. They are holy places because they represent many of the things they have sacrificed in order to serve.
Richard decided that he wanted to take Tim and Mark on one more ride on 4-wheelers this summer before Tim starts college and Mark goes on his mission.
Richard’s trips are one of his ways of saying, “I love you” to our kids.
One way that I express love is to keep a record of their adventures.
Our experiences have been vastly different preparing for our sons’ mission assignments.
For Mark, there was an 18-page visa form, and recently, he had to appear at a visa processing center for the Danish embassy in San Francisco.
We assumed that he would be paired with another elder and be picked up at the airport by someone from the local mission in San Francisco. We were surprised when the church travel office instructed Mark to fly there alone and find his own way to the visa interview appointment and back again to the airport.
Traveling alone and ordering rides were new to Mark, but he did just fine.
The thought occurs to me, how long has my presence with Mark been obsolete? Years?
Still, I prayed all day. When each child flies out of reach or has a problem beyond my ability to help, my prayers become a testament that Heavenly Father has always been the primary caregiver.
Here was Mark’s text to let me know that he was boarding his return flight in San Francisco. π
I bought him a huge hamburger for dinner after I picked him up from the airport.
We love you, Paige!
We drove into Yellowstone on Tuesday and visited much of the park that day. Yellowstone is familiar, but still my favorite. We stayed in a lodge at Old Faithful, which meant that we could explore until bedtime.