
Sometimes I just don't get how you can go from capris and t-shirts and flowers one day
to coats and ice scrapers and snow the next.

Erin and I had a wonderful day Tuesday. It has been a very very long time since we had a whole day to play, but thanks to Spring Break at the school district and my doctor off climbing Mt. Everest we got to go to Salt Lake for a day and we had a lot of fun. Erin is graduating in May and had to get her hood and tassel at the bookstore, so I made her pose with the Ute statue and other landmarks around campus. We went to the Gateway, watched Hunger Games, went up to the U on the mountain, explored City Creek/Harmons, enjoyed the flowers on Temple Square, and a great many other things. It was a fantastic day and a ton of fun.
It is official! After multiple interviews, acceptances, and debate, JD has chosen to go to Pacific University in Hillsboro, Oregon, about 20 minutes outside downtown Portland. We are super excited and freaked out at the same time. It will be a big change, a challenging program, and new job for me, but we feel really good about this school and are looking forward to some new adventures.
Last night was the Real Salt Lake Home Opener for the 2012 Season. It was such a fun night with JD, Sye, and Miranda. We started at Ganesh, which was delicious as always, and then went to the game. They had fireworks, cheering, new players, and the team looks so good this year. They won 2-0 against New York. It was definate bonus to see Thierry Henry play as well. He is nearing the end of his football career, but the Frenchman still has some impressive ball handling skills. He played for and was captain of one of my favorite football clubs in England: Arsenal. While the weather forcast said we would be getting soaked, we were just misted at the beginning of the game and the rest of the night was clear. It was a fantastic way to spend St. Patricks and wrap up Spring break.
If you believe then just stand up on your feet.
And shout it out Real!
Here at the riot the battle hymn's begun
We're here for RSL!
JD and I had a wonderful Spring Break Adventure: Twin Falls Idaho. We loved attending the temple there-so pretty! We were inspired to go and see some of the waterfalls in the area. The single running fall of Twin Falls was ok, but Shoshone Falls was spectacular. We missed out on the petrified watermelon patch, another time I guess. I love road trips. I love being with my best friend, talking about whatever such as deciding whether or not hills are mountains, memories, or where we are going to school, and future decorating ideas. It was a fantastic day.

Our primary lesson was on prayer this week and I have the nasty habit of waiting until the morning of to get everything together to teach our 7 year old class. This Sunday was the perfect storm of being Daylight Savings and 9:00 church=bad combo. I found myself at the Ogden River Walkway about 20 minutes before church digging through river bed rocks for my class. Mind you I was fully dressed in my church clothes and Sunday shoes. I told the class how much I loved them and told them the tale of getting their rocks for proof. One kid's response: "Did anyone see you?!?" Another kid's: "We get to keep these rocks!?!?" Answers: No, no one saw me. Yes, yes you get to keep the rocks you just decorated with metallic sharpies.
JD's Grandpa was in the hospital all last week for an extremely weakened immune system, pneumonia, and then atrial fibrillation. He is at home and doing much better now, but it was a long week for sure. It was an interesting perspective working all week and being able to look up at the room to see if he had been discharged or not. The window that is open with the light on is a view of their room from the office that I work at. It has made me think back to when I was on the same floor in a unit across the hall 1 1/2 years ago, and the blessings that came during that time when I wasn't doing very well at all. Modern medicine is truly a blessing to have available. It is amazing what can be done to save lives or improve them. I have made an effort to renew my goal of being empathetic towards all my patients, regardless of how pleasant they can sometimes be, knowing that the position of patient can be a hard one, this week has been a good reminder of that.


JD and I have the awesome calling of teaching the 7-8 year olds in primary. Part of this calling includes attending the baptisms of our kids. Poor Averee has watched all year as everyone else was baptized, but had to wait since her birthday was after Christmas. Today it was finally her turn. The Spirit was so strong in the meeting as her uncle baptized her and her great grandfather gave her the Holy Ghost. I am thankful for the Gospel, for the gift of the Holy Ghost, and for a loving Savior who has showed the way, through example, of what I need to do to return home.