I was really good about taking pictures early in the day, but we had Andrew, Sarah, and Grace Walker over for dinner–and I totally forgot to take pictures! We had soooo much fun with them, and Andrew always gives us the inside scoop on church workings, not to mention he is full of so many good stories. I am going to Deseret Book tomorrow to buy two of his dad’s books: Mountain Meadows Massacre and Wayward Saints. Even though his dad is an incredibly faithful member of the church–and at one time was the bishop of two apostles (the two of whom, incidentally, had vastly different opinions 0n how to treat his work)–his greatest book, Wayward Saints, was initially somewhat suppressed in the church.
Now the church position has shifted and Deseret Book is promoting the book much more heavily. They recently ordered 10,000 new copies to be published. The book is essentially an historical allegory of how to deal with faith crisis, and there is no more relevant time for such a work as now.
We also found out that Elder Perry has always been very vocal about not wanting to be president of the twelve apostles. He always said he wanted Boyd K. Packer to outlive him by at least a day; we found it incredible that his wish was fulfilled so closely, especially since Elder Perry’s death was pretty unexpected.
Anyway, we talked for hours with the Walkers until we were all sitting in the almost-dark yard. Grace, Mary, and Lydia were having the time of their lives playing with the kiddie pool, and I think we all ended the night feeling filled by friendship.
Hunting for pinecones after we left the gym this morning.
The girls had a fun play date with Saige this afternoon. They are starved for play dates, and Lydia spent the whole morning asking me how soon Saige would arrive. This is the three of them making silly faces.
Mary became delirious around her nap time. Instead of going to sleep, she lay on the floor repeating, “Mischief of one kind or another” (a phrase from Where the Wild Things Are) to herself for the better part of an hour. Lydia was begging her to get up and play, but Mary just kept singing her little phrase over and over…and over. I really hope she relearns how to take naps again (without her binky).