for the love

The day we left for St. George, Charlie & Jack woke up with pink eye.

The conversation in my head went something like this:

Angel Me: Should we still go?
Devil Me: Of course you should still go! You can't cancel a trip like this! Everyone is looking forward to spending Thanksgiving in St. George. Go!
Angel Me: But pink eye is the most contagious disease in the world. If anyone so much as looks at them, they will end up with it. And we are staying with 2 other families.
Devil Me: Call the doctor, get an antibiotic for the boys, and keep them quarantined until they aren't contagious anymore. Everything will be fine.
Angel Me: Promise?
Devil Me: I promise. Now go call the doctor, you little worry wart, you.

So, we went to St. George and had a great time! And no one else got pink eye... until the day we came home. (Sorry Shauna.) And then Maddy woke up with it this morning. (Dang it!)Anyway, here is a quick jaunt down memory lane from our unconventional, non-traditional Thanksgiving i…

(Warning to my non-religious family members and friends- this post contains religion. Consider yourselves warned. And read at your own risk.)

On Sunday, I cried through verses 2-4 of the hymn, "I Know That My Redeemer Lives" Cried like a baby. For two reasons. It is a touching hymn. And, the Primary Program was finally over.

As I may or may not have mentioned before, I serve as a counselor in the Primary Presidency. A calling that came as a total shock to me, because in my opinion, I am not "presidency material". My favorite place to be is in the Nursery, (I think I am the "1" out of 1 million persons who actually likes nursery), or teaching a lesson somewhere to people who are younger than 18. (All places that typically offer snack time or chocolate.)

But being a counselor in Primary has taught me a few things.
1. You can't be a procrastinator, and be effective at the same time.
2. It is a LOT of work.
3. The secretaries deserve a million dollars for eve…