Okay, I missed yesterday, because I fell asleep while I was reading! I still had to read my scriptures, write in my journal, say my prayers, sweep, and brush my teeth, and I fell asleep! Martha came over today. We wrote a letter to Corban in Spanish, or at least part of one. We made fruit parfaits in Life Skills today. My teacher, Mrs. Cox, calls me 'rubber spatula girl.' She thinks it was really funny. In Basic Crafts, someone turned the temperature on the kiln down, so it took about twice as long to cook. Then, when it was cooling, a girl asked a guy to get hers out. She described it as "that really hot one right there." Well, he reached his hand in to get it, but he had a big rubber band around his wrist. It fell off and caught on fire! Almost everything was scorched. I had 2 things in that load, and they both got black stuff on them. Tomorrow is General Conference. I have to get to bed.
The past year has been filled with fun, excitement, anticipation, and growth. Unfortunately, that growth hasn't been documented because of my failure to keep a journal. However, I am trying to repent and do as the prophets have advised in diligently keeping a journal. In an effort to preserve memories and experiences that are quickly slipping away, I anticipate that this journal will be filled with flashbacks for awhile.
A week and a half ago, we had General Conference. I began the sessions with a sincere desire to have it made manifest to me what I need to change. My prayers were answered ten-fold as speakers addressed my precise weaknesses...but for me, the pinnacle of the conference occurred when Elder Wirthlin spoke on charity. Not only were his words powerful, they were sanctified by his actions. He was losing strength as he spoke, and he began to tremble and shake. Determined, he continued on. Suddenly, Elder Nelson exemplified Elder Wirthlin's words as he stood and supported him so he could finish his talk. The Spirit was so strong! I was truly touched--I also appreciated the example of Elder Wirthlin. Although I am sure the experience was embarrassing and uncomfortable for him, it touched countless individuals. We may go through similar emotions, but we don't know when we are actually helping others. That is all for tonight, but I hope and pray that I will continue to perpetuate the journal writing habit!
Things, obviously, are going extremely well with Sam. I love him so much!!! It increases more every day. He says the nicest things to me, and I know he means them. He is a perfect gentleman. We study together pretty much every day except Sunday, and on Sundays we generally go visit a nursing home together. I don't know how I got to be this lucky!...
We were also able to attend General Conference together. Well, we watched the broadcast, anyway, on the BYU campus. This was one of my favorite things we have done together!...Avalon got to sing in the Saturday Afternoon session, so that was wonderful to see, too. She said that she nearly started crying when she was riding down to the session. When I asked her why, she said it was because she knew that it was a wonderful, once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and she was so grateful for it. She is such a sensitive little girl with a lot of emotional depth to her.
It was so wonderful to be able to hear Sam's insights and discuss things that stood out to us in the talks. He also had the idea to have a "General Conference Moment" every time we're together! Consequently, the talks are often on my mind, and we're able to have enlightening discussions that help me live the words of the prophets more fully. I have just loved that. When Elder Holland was giving his talk, he said, "Indeed heaven never seems closer than when we see the love of God manifested in the kindness and devotion of people so good and so pure that angelic is the only word that comes to mind." At this point Sam reached around and gave me a squeeze and said, "Just like you." Sigh. How can he be so amazing and kind and generous and spiritual and EVERYTHING good and still love me, who is completely full of faults?
Two nights ago we had put Wesley down and then, perhaps 5 minutes later, he started to fuss. After a minute or so, his fussing turned into shrieking. Instead of ignoring it for a while to wail it out, like we usually do, I suddenly had the thought in my mind that his legs were stuck in between the bars of his crib. I ran down to his room and, sure enough, his legs were wedged between the bars of his crib and he had turned over onto his belly, so they were wedged and twisted, causing extreme pain for him. I hurriedly unwedged him and held and rocked him...It was such a blessing to be inspired to know that he was stuck between the bars of his crib...I am so grateful for the inspiration I receive as a parent.
Sam asked Talmage to say the prayer on the food tonight, and he wouldn't so Sam started to. Talmage yelled loudly, "NOOOOOOO!!! I'LL say it!!!!" He kept yelling, and Sam decided to give him another chance after he asked nicely. He was helping him and said, "Help me not to yell at Wesley." Talmage repeated the phrase. Then Sam said, "And help me not to yell at Daddy." There was a pause and then Talmage said, "Help Daddy to be nice to Talmage." I could hardly hold in the laughter! What a funny, independent little guy.
Laster on tonight, as we began reading scriptures, Talmage said, "Remember Daddy? They got a blessing?" Sam responded, "Yeah, you're right! Good job! They did!" (Talmage watched Sam set a few people apart on Sunday.) Then Talmage asked, "Can I get one?" Sam happily said, "Sure!" Talmage ran into his room, pulled out his tiny, wooden chair, and sat down excitedly. Sam bent over nearly in half, placed his hands on Talmage's head, and gave him a tender blessing. It was such a sweet moment to witness. He really is a sweet boy, even though he gives us a run for our money often.
I love this time of year,
and reflecting on years past.
Happy Conference Weekend to you!