Monday morning Ron and his nice teens left. Then I drove Nick and Maddie (and Kadence) to NAU for FSY. They were all so excited for this new adenture.
We sure were going to miss them.My friend was in the hospital up there, so I stopped in for a little visit. She seemed like she was in a lot of pain, and she chose to not have any books or tv. I am not looking forward to a new hip one day.
Tuesday I drove Ed, Ry and Mo to St. George to spend the week with my five youngest siblings. Our drive was uneventful and quiet. Road trippin' with a little family of three children seemed quite manageable.
We spent the next three days and nights basking in all the fun of cousins and family. My soul was filled watching my sisters mother their children so carefully. I sure hope I mothered my new babies and toddlers the ways they do. I miss that life now that I'm in retirement. The easiest thing was kissing and loving their children, and it made me excited to be "Grandma Honey." They confirmed my new title.
I sueggested a bit of "beached whale" action, or rather in-action, and we were in heaven.
These cute cousins really did play all day and all night. Not one negative episode ensued.
We worked out a couple days together. That was fun.
Olivia bought fries for the group and generously shared. What fun.
Thursday Austin and Maisie drove up after work. Friday Austin and I drove to Payson for Aunt Linda's funeral. Her daughters and husband shared lovely tributes of her life of discipleship. Dana said, "She brought peace with her." I thought that was a beautiful life goal. Austin's parents, siblings, cousins and extended family members attended in full force. I stayed right by Bruce, and he and I navigated the in-law situation.
We were lucky enough that Whitni's family was in St. George. Friday night we rubbed shoulders (They're pretty tall so shoulders were not exactly rubbed. It was more like my head and their chests) with her sweet boys.Saturday we were up early to get on the road. Once home and unpacking, I noticed a horrific reality. Look at my over night bathroom bag compared to Austin's. I use a laundry basket, and he uses that tiny Italian bag. Ugh. If only I could be as beautiful as him with only face lotion to make me presentable. Another life goal.
Nice Meg kept me awake on my drive home; she listened to me for an entire hour. She spent her week chasing cows and growing babies. I love to hear her grin over the phone, and she's the best listener.
I didn't get a chance to talk to Andy. I missed his weekly call, but the report was that he was busy and tired. His companions go home next transfier, so he'll soon be training the new AP. I love hearing my children pray that he'll "teach and testify of Jesus Christ."






















































