It's so nice to be able to go outside and not just tolerate the weather, but enjoy it! We spent some time gardening, weeding and playing outside. This was a beautiful weekend. It was quite enjoyable just working the land, so to speak. There was no pressure to make it better than someone else. No competition, no judgment from others, no hustle and bustle. Just quiet, hard work to pour yourself into for a few hours. It was blissful.
Listening to the 178th Annual General Conference of the Church also added to the beauty of the weekend. It was an interesting conference for me, since President Hinckley wasn't there. He's been the prophet for most of my formative years. He was the prophet of my youth. When the new prophet, President Monson, spoke, I almost expected him to sound like Pres. Hinckley or give a talk patterned like he used to give. But it when Pres. Monson spoke, he was still just Elder Monson. He told stories in his usual way, and had the usual inflections to his voice and animations in his face. He was the same man, he just carries a new mantle of power and responsibility. I am so glad there is a prophet on the earth today. Someone who can number himself among Moses, Elijah, Isaiah, Peter, and Paul. Someone to lead and guide us in these crazy times. That was what I loved the most about this conference.
As for other news, my Qualifying Exam has been delayed which is fine, but a bit of an annoyance. I was so ready to take it and get it out of the way. I haven't been as attentive to my other classes because I've been so worried about this Exam. Hopefully I can take it soon. The other pressing concern on the family has been finding an apartment in Boston for the summer. Celeste has been glued to craigslist every day scouring the listings. We've found a few great places but the people are slow to respond. Maybe they're just not as anxious to make a decision as we are.
Celeste is super excited about seeing her soon-to-be returned missionary sister. Just two weeks and she'll be living it up in Colorado and Nevada, leaving me at home alone.
Brooklyn is walking! She is so cute as she patiently learns to walk around the house. She is a bright ray of joy in our lives.
Listening to the 178th Annual General Conference of the Church also added to the beauty of the weekend. It was an interesting conference for me, since President Hinckley wasn't there. He's been the prophet for most of my formative years. He was the prophet of my youth. When the new prophet, President Monson, spoke, I almost expected him to sound like Pres. Hinckley or give a talk patterned like he used to give. But it when Pres. Monson spoke, he was still just Elder Monson. He told stories in his usual way, and had the usual inflections to his voice and animations in his face. He was the same man, he just carries a new mantle of power and responsibility. I am so glad there is a prophet on the earth today. Someone who can number himself among Moses, Elijah, Isaiah, Peter, and Paul. Someone to lead and guide us in these crazy times. That was what I loved the most about this conference.