I had very few phone pictures this month, but here are three I did take.
On the day that my parents returned from Fiji my sweet husband sent me flowers. It honestly
was so overly thoughtful of him. Although, once I got over the niceness, I have to admit I did
quite a bit of laughing. But only because Jacob had the florist write the perfect message on the
card and I was pretty positive that message was not being read by the florist as a sweet gesture
to someone who has had their parents serving in another country for a long time, but rather,
as someone celebrating their third wedding anniversary. And it pretty much made my day.
You made it! Three years is a long time.
I love you, Jacob
At the beginning of November, a darling friend of mine, who I worked with almost
15 years ago, asked if I would be with her when she went through the temple for the first
time. I don't even have words for how much it meant to me that she wanted to include me.
It was the first time I have been through the Ogden temple since it was dedicated.
Everything about it was just beautiful. I loved seeing my friend after all these
years and loved the reminder of when I went through the temple for the first time.
Thank you for letting me be a part of your wonderful day, Andrea. I'm so grateful for you.
During the week Jacob was in Scotland, my foot began hurting so badly (even more than
it had in the four weeks previous and that is saying something), I finally broke down and
made an appointment with our sports medicine doctor. When Jacob texted to ask how
the appointment went, I texted him the above photo and this message, "This well."
So, I might have broken my foot a little. But only a month ago. And then walked on it until
I literally couldn't walk anymore. For the record, my doctor thinks I am a moron. (He never
said so, but I can read eyes.) Yes, he continues to let me make appointments with him
because someone has got to pay for his kids' Christmas. And why shouldn't it be the
lady who has to have more intensive treatments on her injuries when she finally makes
herself go to the doctor...you know, about a month or so late? Sigh. I make myself tired.
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