A bit of a transformation in the dining room.
Now we can play, eat and read without even leaving the room.
I put these in the wrong order--again--but the photo below was Dad grilling after Conference. The photo above was, and I'm not making this up, just five minutes later. A typical schizophrenic Conference weekend. Snow, sun, snow, sun, snow, sun.
The rest of the photos were taken right after I got up yesterday. If you watched conference from some distant place, you will remember how beautiful Temple square looked on Saturday and how different it looked Sunday.
I promise, if it hadn't been for the spiritual feasting yesterday I would have been
a bit depressed.
Did I mention that our apricot tree is covered with blossoms--and ice?
So sad.
But as my friend Joan said on her pictorial blog this morning, it was beautiful.
4 comments:
This is completely unreal to me! I was sad I wasn't around to spend the conference weekend with family, but after seeing all that snow I remembered families are forever and that I'll have plenty of warmer months in the future to come visit.
Well said Chris and just so you know, you are officially my favorite child. I KNOW that you all looked at this blog and yet, only the favored son took the time to COMMENT!
I LIVE FOR COMMENTS!
While I also think Chris may be totally deserving of being the favorite child, I'm not sure whether that distinction should be based on blog comments. I think the facts speak for themselves:
In the last 20 posts by Mom, here is a brief statistical analysis of comments:
Naomi has left 5 comments.
Megan has left 3 comments.
Chris has left 4 comments.
Rachel has left 17 comments.
Clearly, I don't have a perfect record, but let's all chew on those numbers for awhile.
I'm chewing. My only defense is my failing memory. I stand corrected and am feeling repentant and must be perfectly honest. I was being, perhaps, a bit passive-aggressive (Megan's favorite Mom label). The truth is, I am completely and forever, totally smitten and in love with each one of you.
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