Missionaries

Here are my missionaries. Three returned. One ready to go... and look out world...
This is who is next!

I sat down last night and composed a lyrical, insightful, and thought provoking entry and then sent it off to blog oblivion - in other words it is not wandering in cyberspace. So I will try again.
I can tell that it is autumn time because of the stack of pre-Christmas catalogs I am getting in the mail. Isn't it interesting how you can think you desperately need something that you didn't even know existed until you saw it in full color in a slick catalog. I find myself wanting toys for my children - toys that they have outgrown years ago.
I am half in love with placemats from Sweden that are so expensive that I could probably fly to Stockholm and have some custom-made for less than I would spend if I ordered them from my very lovely catalog. I've already gained two pounds of pre-holiday weight drooling over my Sees' and Swiss Colony catalogs. We won't even talk about the Meduri catalog - and as a rule I don't even like dried fruit! The clothes catalogs haven't even arrived yet. Life was easier when the only catalog that tempted me was the old Sears Christmas Wishbook.

I will try to think about other things like Stephen's mission call that should arrive in less than 10 days and the fact that David will be home in less than five weeks! Then Christmas will creep up on me and it will be too late to order from catalogs and I will have to do all my shopping at Wally's World.

Daddy

I was having a bad day - things that I couldn't fix were making me crazy. You know what I did - I called my dad.
It took him about 3 seconds and it was all better.
I hope some day that I can learn to do that. I'm grateful that there are those in my life who can do that for me.
I'm over emotional these days. My son, David, will come home from his mission in just two months. And my son Stephen should have his call for his mission in two weeks. Changes, transitions, growth and all the joy and pain that goes with it. It's a good thing I have family to help me through all this. Funny thing - it is family that helps get me through and at the same time it is family that gets me often gets me into these stressful situations. One of those paradoxes of life. I wouldn't have it any other way. Thanks Daddy!