Today was truly, Father’s Day. The thought has occurred to me many times that this is indeed a dream come true for my husband. I know I joke around and say that not many girls get to make their husband’s dream come true TWICE in their lifetime, but I feel like it is such a small price to pay for all he does for me.
Today couldn’t have been any better. We started the morning off with showers.
Yes folks, I finally showered! I don’t think I’ve ever gone this long without showering. Even at girl’s camp. You may ask how my hair got nice and shiny so quickly, I’ll tell you a secret- that’s not shine. That’s grease!
After our much needed showers, we took off down the road to the Swenson’s home for church (nothing like riding in the Rhino in your Sunday best!). What a treat that was for me! Their family radiates the spirit and I was floored at how well every one of their children not only knew but truly showed a deeper understanding of the gospel. I learned more, and felt the spirit stronger there than I have in months (mostly due to a lack of participation on my part). I walked away more excited about church each week than anything else so far.
After church, the Swensons invited us to have lunch with them and we gratefully accepted. Last Thursday was the first day Jillian and I were able to set up some sort of makeshift cook tent and while the boys were busy building floors, we boiled chicken and veggies and made chicken soup. Sadly, that meal has been the only one we’ve eaten for days. Any variation was a welcome one!
When Chase and I and the baby returned home, we found our tent unseasonably warm. Because we took our showers in the tent, we had started a fire that morning and when we returned home, we found it roasting inside. We tried napping, but not one of us could. That’s when we decided to go on a Sunday drive.
Our usual Sunday drives consisted of Placarita canyon or similar places like that around LA. What a contrast to our drive today! Because of the weather, the drive in the Rhino was a welcomed relief. We stopped a few times so Chase could fish and the baby and I took in all of the beauty that surrounded us.
To top it all off, tonight at supper, all three of us sitting together, what a joy it was to listen to our little boy say over and over, “Da-da Da-da”. Just in time for Father’s Day. (This video was taken just a few days ago. This is a new phenomenon for us. The sweetest thing I’ve ever heard- until he learns to say “Mama”, of course).
Love, Doting on Da-da
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