Weekend

 We enjoyed having Braeden around for part of our weekend.  His friend Joe, also a student at UC Davis, came for the conference and stayed with us too, but we didn't see him until Saturday morning.  He came to our house after we were asleep and they left before we woke up Friday morning.  (They went to the temple before their conference started.)

Friday, we picked Braeden up at BYU and we went to dinner at Bumblebee (Joe was meeting up with friends).  My K Pop fries were spicier than normal or I am getting wimpier.  It could be either thing.

We came home and just visited and enjoyed each other.

Saturday morning, before anyone else was awake, Braeden and I took a walk.  It was a lovely morning and so nice to walk along and chat.  We drove to Salt Lake and met Emma at Casa del Tamal for lunch.  It has turned into one of our favorite places and now we are wondering if Edgar would like it because he is the gauge for us of how good Mexican food is. 

We didn't know Joe would be joining us for lunch so the reservation was for five instead of six.  They didn't have a six person table for us, but seated us outside.  People with sunglasses sat on one side of the table.  Adam accidentally bumped Mark's soda all over Emma.  It was a bit of a rocky start, but we got it together and had a good lunch.

After dropping Braeden and Joe off at the airport, we did our Saturday errands and then Adam and Mark and I took another walk around the cemetery.  It is just prime walking weather.

Saturday afternoon, the sacrament meeting program fell apart and Adam asked me to speak in church.  One of the...perks...of being married to the bishop.  

Sunday morning he said, "I hope that won't ruin your Mother's Day."

I said it reminded me of being a mother.  You are constantly thrown fast balls and curve balls and change ups.

He said, "Look at you, using baseball terminology."

My talk went OK.  I felt a little hollowed out all day, missing my mom.

We took a walk after dinner and in talking about graves to visit on Memorial Day, I told our kids that my dad had told me my grandma's Uncle Tom and Aunt Mary were buried in the Salt Lake cemetery.  I was telling them a story about them, but was fuzzy on the details.  I almost said, "I will ask my mom."

Then I remembered.

My dad called to wish me Happy Mother's Day.  I asked how he was and he said, "Fine."

I said, "You always say you're fine, but are you?"

He said, "I might as well be."

So my dad preached a sermon in one sentence and I'm going to try to be more like him.