4-20-23
A beautiful day with sun and snow and cold. I dressed up as someone from the 60’s and Peter was an 80’s kid! He looked great! He made his hair super poofy. I quit wearing the poncho and headscarf half way through the day! Got a bit too fussy!
We got the boys—William and James new suits from the DI for their musical. Will looked great in his suit jacket! And James was happy to have a new suit! They are doing so great with their musical! And then Peter and I went and got him a tie for the dance on Friday and some shoes. And some groceries and then picked up his bros. I had a lot of fun just visiting with him. Good lad.
This evening when we got home Ryan had a stack of crepes ready for us to eat. And the table all set. It was delicious. They were delicious and it wa a Avery nice dinner. We visited and read come follow me and then Peter did a work out. The rest of us hung out at home. I took a birthday present to Rebekah and she was so sweet and a happy to see me and gave me a big hug. I really appreciate me that! She’s not always very emotional. Or at least not overly effusive in hahiwinf emotion or affection. But always very kind and so awesome.
This evening I also had a great conversation with Chris. I talked theiignso e stuff with him about work and have decided I’m not looking any more. I’m going to teach eangkish text year at venture high. And I am so lucky to have the job!! It’s going to be amazingly beautiful and good and hard and boring and all the things. But I am happy about it and grateful. And Chris helped me realize that!
As the boys were getting down the stairs ti bed after a wrestling match with Ryan and a dog like and a tickle fight and all the rest James said to William, “I love it when nights go like that and we all end up fighting.”
I do too reminds me of temple square when I could so clearly see Ryan playing and wrestling with our three boys—saw that while we were just dating! I love these four boys Wiley all my heart I love my Savior He is the key to lasting joy and peace
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