Weekend

Friday Adam and I were so tired from the week that we got takeout from a Thai restaurant and watched a movie.  Sometimes you just have to do nothing.

We did all our somethings on Saturday.  We helped clean the church, did some chores around the house, went to Costco (in Spanish Fork and SO many people had their masks on incorrectly.  There are lots of big flags around here and they're all at half mast because so many people have died from Covid but we still can't wear masks correctly?!?  OK, that's the end of my rant).

We went to Spanish Fork because Adam wanted to have lunch at a restaurant in Springville.  It was good, so maybe worth going to Spanish Fork Costco).  While we were there, we saw one of Mark's friends.  His dad lives in Springville so that's why he was there.  They engaged in a complicated high five, fist bump, handshake combo.  It was just short of doing the hokey pokey and turning yourself around.  I like teenagers.  We talked at lunch about how Mark wants to celebrate his graduation.  He doesn't want to go, so he's clearly expecting a big hoopla.

Adam made dinner before Mark had work in the evening.  He was making chicken tikka masala and said, "We don't have sour cream."

My wimpy palate likes sour cream to cool the spices in chicken tikka masala so I said I would go to the store to get some.  Joan needed gas anyway.  Mark volunteered to come too.  He put the gas in the car and he pushed me along when I got distracted looking at pots outside the store.  (Felicia--the fiddle leaf fig--is well over 6 feet tall now and will need to be repotted soon.)  Next to the sour cream was the yogurt I like (and they haven't had at Costco lately).  We had decided we didn't need a cart and Mark said, "You can only get as much yogurt as you can carry."  More often than not, Mark thinks he's the boss of me.  I stacked yogurt up and tucked it under my chin and Mark walked ahead of me like he was trying to keep his distance from the crazy yogurt lady.

If I'd have gotten as much yogurt as both of us could carry, I really could have done something.

Sunday was a full and wonderful and busy day.  I am newly a member of our ward Relief Society presidency and we met for a couple of hours.  I feel happy and overwhelmed about it all.  I love the other ladies but I also wasn't exactly looking for more to do in my life but here we are.  I know my capacity can and will increase and I know it will work out, I just need to figure out how.  Besides that, we also had church and I did some family history with Marie Louise and the highlight of the day was that Mark got his patriarchal blessing.  It was an incredible and joyful experience.  I felt grateful and overwhelmed by the love I have for Mark and the love I could feel that Heavenly Father has for Mark.  

I'm also grateful for priesthood power on the earth.  What a gift!  I am grateful for worthy priesthood holders who use that power to bless others.

In the evening we had our kids over.  "Our kids" are an ever expanding and shrinking group.  They are dynamic in more ways that one.  Last night Desi brought the boy she's dating and it was fun to meet him and have them in our house.  Add in Emma and Hyrum and it was a party.

After Desi and Hyrum and Mason left, Emma asked us questions about the day Grandpa Linn died.  She wants to write about it for a class and she wanted to see if her memories aligned with ours.  After an already emotional day, I felt all the emotions again as I told her what I remember.  I remember feeling sad for myself and our family, but I also remember feeling loved by all the people who reached out with kindness.  One of the jobs I kind of took on was answering the door and I remember the parade of people who dropped off food and plants and flowers and cards and to me it was a testament to how much good Linn and Geri had done in the world and how that had made an impact because all of these people cared so much about them.

By association, I felt that love as well.

So all of this is to say that I cried a lot yesterday and my eyes are puffy this morning to prove it.