Weekend

 My health feels like it is on a slow and steady incline.  I have a bit more energy all the time--and I'm getting better at resting when I need to.

Friday I loved visiting with Pam and then going to dinner with Adam and Shannon.  I felt like a normal person.

Saturday I did some things around the house and we went to Trader Joe's and it didn't exhaust me!  We came home and unloaded the groceries and then I was tired.  But I took a nap and it was OK.  I didn't freak out that I can't even go to Trader Joe's without needing a nap.

It's OK.

Does this seem like not a big deal to you?  Because I think it would seem like that to me if it were happening to someone else, but I've been the queen of freaking out for most of my life.  So when I don't freak out, it's a win.

After my nap, I sat in my chair and read awhile and got my battery recharged.  We met Marianne and Robert for an early dinner and had such a nice time visiting with them!  Adam and Robert went to the BYU basketball game and Marianne and I went on a quest for a weighted blanket. She is a court advocate for a foster child and he's lucky to have her.  When you have Marianne as an advocate, you're in good hands.  He requested a weighted blanket and they had already been to various stores and couldn't find one.

We refused to be defeated.  We went to two Walmarts and I was tired by the time we were finished.  I had wanted to pick up some sour cream, but I aborted the mission, because the dairy case is in the back of the store and I didn't have the steps in me for that at that point.  

Marianne said, "You guard the weighted blanket.  I am getting you some sour cream."

I knew argument was futile.

She strode the store with those long legs and soon enough we had a weighted blanket and sour cream and were good to go.

We came back to our house and visited awhile and I enjoyed that so much too.

I feel like I must be living right to have had such a pleasant weekend.

After Marianne left, I went to bed.  I was asleep when Adam got home and I babbled something to him--you know how it is when you are sleepy and you know you aren't making sense, but you try anyway?  That was me.

He's used to it.

I led the singing in primary and I enjoyed that.  There were some little ones being silly when we were singing and their kind teacher was gently shushing them to no avail and I stopped what I was doing and told them it wasn't time to be silly.  They look slightly abashed but weren't silly any more.

When your primary chorister is also a school teacher....

Adam came home soon after church so he could pack and spend a little time with me before he headed out to Nashville.  From there he will go to Atlanta and I'm just hoping all the flights successfully happen.

Emma came over and we were making dinner when Marie Louise came over.  She brought me a beautiful blanket and a card.  She also had typed up a list of every name I had helped her find that she has done the temple work for.

She told me that they were in my corner too.

It is gratifying to see all those names!  It was a team effort for sure and I'm grateful I was able to help.

Another exciting event for the day was the world welcomed a long awaited and already adored little one into the world. I already had great nieces, but now I have an actual great-niece!  Desi gave birth to a sweet girl and the picture Marianne sent of Mason holding her melted my heart.  What a lucky baby to have such great parents!

Speaking of delightful girls, I had a good talk with QE on Sunday night.  She was more chatty than the week before.  She said, "How has your day been, Nana?"

Emma was sitting across the room and said, "Her little voice makes me want to cry."

I feel the same way.  She is everything.  Braeden and QE told me that she had learned about ancestors in primary.  I asked, "What is an ancestor?"

She said, "Grandparents or dads."

Braeden said, "Did you know Nana is your ancestor?  She's your Nancestor."  QE dissolved in giggles.

"Why did you say Nancestor, Dad?" He just shrugged.  He loves making people laugh.

She wondered if I wanted to see her room and walked me down the hall and set the phone on the floor of her room.  So I saw her ceiling, but I've seen her room so it was OK.  

She asked, "Do you like to read, Nana?"

I told her yes I do and that I had a new book.  I read it to her and she leaned her face over the phone to see the pictures.  After the story, she found another book in her room and dropped me like I was hot.  She took the phone and the book back to her dad and said, "I'm done with Nana."  She settled on the couch next to Braeden and started looking at the book.

I have ultimate respect for someone who would rather be reading.

Everything she does is magic.