Life has been all about moving. But look at the cute Valentine Starling made for her class. She didn't want the little ones the kids always buy to pass out. She wanted to photocopy this for every single kid.
Also, Abe texted about the crowds going to hear President Oaks' BYU devotional recently, and Mike mentioned how well he recalled riding in the bed of various trucks to go hear him speak on his mission in Paraguay years ago. Then, as we were unpacking, the very picture of that moment fell out of an old set of scriptures! (Mike on the left.)
Another delightful thing from Starling. "They all saw a cat!". "The chicks see angel cat. The boy sees a pink flying cat. The ghost saw a ghost cat. The candle saw a small cat. The girl sees a cat that meows when it's hungry. Some girls let the cat come to dinner. The end."
One of our last foggy walks to the bus stop at the rental. (Summer had gone early for orchestra.)
A move hasn't stopped all of the normal things of life from going on and needing done. For example Starling spent several days sick last week. Here she told me she would pretend to be asleep while I took a picture of her.
I've been going through boxes from the storage unit and unearthing various things. This photo of me, Shannon and Megan looking, possibly possessed always makes me laugh.
Me and my dad and my very favorite sparkly, roller-skate sweatshirt.
Me and my sisters on the front porch of Polk's End during a summer lightning storm shortly before I left for my study abroad in Jerusalem.
Little Abe, Goldie and Daisy. I remember this phase of parenting so well (just me and Mike and our three tiny kids)--though it seems a thousand years ago.
Mike back for a weekend during his six-month training in Georgia:
Handsome Mike on a camping trip we took in the Uintahs several months before Abe was born:
And that's all from this odd little compilation.
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