running in the daytime

I wrote a post about how Grant won a 2.5k race last Saturday.  It got erased.  But he did win, which was nice.  His basketball and soccer teams lose every game they play, so it was gratifying to see his face flushed with victory.

The End.

and I will always be that way

Last night we went to The Secret World of Arrietty at the dollar theater (excellent film, highly recommend, especially if you have girls who you worry about having their brains eaten by the princess culture, shut up princess culture).  Then we got some "food" at a "restaurant;" we will not speak of it.

We came home to our filthy house--filthy because I had been working outside and birthday shopping (for Emmett) while the kids were at school, and also because we are pigs--and on the counter was a plate of cookies from Emmett's primary teacher.  Now, this is not about me, this is about the people in our ward, but I do feel sad that the scene that greeted Yvonne, who is a very neat and collected person, was three overflowing baskets of laundry on the living room couch and a kitchen in which every horizontal surface was covered in dirty dishes.  But I love that we came home to cookies.  What a wonderful place to live.  What wonderful people!  I just want to squeeze Yvonne to pieces.  She is so great, and writes letters to thank people who speak in Sacrament, and birthday cards to the children in her Primary class, and she bears a humble, insightful testimony almost every month.  On Sunday I was sitting in church listening to people bear their testimonies, and I had an overwhelming sense of the goodness of my friends and neighbors.  We are surrounded by such kind, selfless, hardworking and generous people.

Yes, I know, I was just saying on the other blog that I hate my town.  Well, that day I did.  Believe me, I did.  But on Sunday I was reminded how much I love it here.