Dear Scott,
I didn't have much planned this week, since I got my second Covid shot on Tuesday, and didn't know how my recovery would be. Thankfully, it wasn't too bad, and I was able to go to our Relief Society activity that night, which was a sunset walk around the library trails. But by the time I got home, I was getting chills and had to go to bed.
The next morning, Dad drove Emma to work, and didn't get back in time to get the others to their eye doctor appointment, and I was doing pretty well, so I took them. In the middle of the appointment, I felt a surge of light-headedness coming on, so I texted Dad to ask him to come, and I sat in the corner slumped against the wall and breathed my way through it. It was while the kids were waiting for their eyes to be dilated, so it was dark and the doctor wasn't in the room. They said my arms were jerking and legs and chin were shaking a bit, but I wasn't aware of that. Dad got there and I went to the lobby where it was cooler and rested until everything was done, and I felt much better after getting home, though I pretty much just read a book on the couch for the rest of the day. That evening Dad went to Camp James Ray to assist a troop camping there with some black powder shooting.
On Thursday we watched the Palmer boys while their air conditioning was getting repaired. Gracie decided to take the "hair" off of her Bob Ross chia pet. Busy day. :)
On Friday I took Emma and Gracie to their eye appointments--no fainting scares this time. Then I went to lunch with my ministering sister, then I took Gracie to get some back-up glasses for Philmont with her new prescription, and then we had the missionaries over for dinner. It was nice to be feeling mostly normal again.
Saturday was a church broadcast about sharing the gospel. It's always nice to be re-motivated for this. Dad and the girls finished getting ready for camp, and then he, Emma, Tessa, Benson and I went to Bluegrass on Ballard. We loved the music, Dad loved the cars, everyone loved the fair food we got...
Gracie and Caytie stayed home and painted the patrol flag. We brought them some fried pies.
The troop gathered on Sunday morning to head to the camp. (Because of Covid, they staggered the arrival times of the troops, and theirs was early, which was good to be able to choose the best campsite.)
Emma, Benson, and I headed to church-- Emma gave a talk on friendship, and then she taught her Sunbeam lesson. I was in Relief Society, and our teacher did a great job! I think we are all just so happy to be back together again. We had two new families move in, in addition to the two last week and the two the previous month... we're growing a lot! I've got a lot of rearranging to do with my ministering assignments. In the afternoon we heard from the troop that they got caught in a quick rainstorm which soaked their bedding, but at least their clothes were protected.
This week will be mostly me and Benson at home together while Emma is at work. I was musing about the last time I had one kid at home, and thought it was when you were a baby, but Benson reminded me that it was before he started school. He's right--and I'm glad he remembers that time as a good time!
We love you, Scott! Have an amazing week!
Love,
Mom

















Have an amazing week!









































