Some days are almost perfect.
Today was Veronica's missionary farewell. We're not supposed to call them that, but anything else I'd call it sounds clunky and awkward. Today Veronica spoke in church prior to leaving on a mission. Today was Veronica's pre-mission Sacrament Meeting address.
See what I mean?
She did a beautiful job. She spoke on kindness and was well-prepared and well-spoken. It was hard to tell she was nervous, even though I knew she was.
Savannah was the youth speaker and it was easier to tell how nervous she was. She couldn't get a deep breath before church. Thank goodness we had an early meeting or she'd have suffered from lack of oxygen.
I discovered something today. Both girls cry cute and it makes me a little jealous. No contorted faces. No smeared mascara. They looked positively pretty when they cried. I'm trying not to feel a little jealous of that.
We filled benches at church with loved ones--grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins, and friends. Sorry to the ward members we displaced. Then most of those loved ones joined us at our house for cinnamon rolls, pecan sticky buns, lots of fruit and brownies. Everyone helped with food and it was delicious.
We filled the next several hours with visiting, movies for the kids, music, face-swapping on the mobile devices and lots of laughing. People ate more fruit or another cinnamon roll. Or both. Babies were held. Children entertained. Grown ups enjoyed being together. We missed our Oregon family and the Texas grandparents.
I'm tired tonight. So tired! But I'm also so grateful. Days like today are the brown-sugar dredged pecans on the sticky buns of life.
Today was Veronica's missionary farewell. We're not supposed to call them that, but anything else I'd call it sounds clunky and awkward. Today Veronica spoke in church prior to leaving on a mission. Today was Veronica's pre-mission Sacrament Meeting address.
See what I mean?
She did a beautiful job. She spoke on kindness and was well-prepared and well-spoken. It was hard to tell she was nervous, even though I knew she was.
Savannah was the youth speaker and it was easier to tell how nervous she was. She couldn't get a deep breath before church. Thank goodness we had an early meeting or she'd have suffered from lack of oxygen.
I discovered something today. Both girls cry cute and it makes me a little jealous. No contorted faces. No smeared mascara. They looked positively pretty when they cried. I'm trying not to feel a little jealous of that.
We filled benches at church with loved ones--grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins, and friends. Sorry to the ward members we displaced. Then most of those loved ones joined us at our house for cinnamon rolls, pecan sticky buns, lots of fruit and brownies. Everyone helped with food and it was delicious.
We filled the next several hours with visiting, movies for the kids, music, face-swapping on the mobile devices and lots of laughing. People ate more fruit or another cinnamon roll. Or both. Babies were held. Children entertained. Grown ups enjoyed being together. We missed our Oregon family and the Texas grandparents.
I'm tired tonight. So tired! But I'm also so grateful. Days like today are the brown-sugar dredged pecans on the sticky buns of life.
Comments
Best to Veronica. What an exciting time! :)