8 is Great

Jack and Makenna were baptized today (with no help from me, as I've been ill for the entire week). It went well, aside from a small snafu with the address to the church. We had half of the Lindon address and half of the Orem address. The church sits on the boundaries of both cities.

Here's the photo for the invite (that I was to ill to send):

Makenna sang. It was lovely. Grandma Max gave the Holy Ghost talk. They each got a blanket embroidered with their names on it to remember the Holy Ghost. Each received scriptures. Touchingly, Jack has my brother David's scriptures. Dave had received them for Christmas only months before he died. Jackson treasures them; he remembers David very vividly. I said to my dad that I hoped Dave got a furlough to be at the baptism today.

Aunt Sarah sent each of them towels with their names embroidered on them. It was a wonderful day of gifts, both of the spirit and of the temporal. John had never baptized before, and so the baptism of his son was that much more meaningful.

It's great to be a member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. My two old friends in my ward are now in the stake primary presidency, and they played the piano and led the music. How lucky to know and love everyone at an event. The dinner afterward was great---lovely cake and ham with buns. It was an important moment in all our lives: another day to be grateful to be in the right place at the right time doing the right thing.

Who Names Their Kid After Cheese??

It's interesting how life winds in and out in it's beautiful tapestry. It brings people together although they've been apart for years, sometimes all at once, and often for the best.

This weekend, over Memorial Day, I met up with old friends Micah Pullins and Colby Clark. Cole, who John and I have always been most fond of, always laments, "What kind of a name is Colby? It's a cheese! Who names their kid after cheese?"

Lately, over the past 2 weeks, the summer school program has been advertising for a Language Arts teacher. Colby's dad is in charge of the summer program this year, and as Mark and Colby were golfing on Saturday, Mark mentioned my gasoline costing 50-55 cents per mile, and Cole mentioned that his dad was hiring English teachers.

Eh, voila! I am teaching summer school starting on Monday. I'll be teaching without a break---and then for the next 3 weeks. WOW. Whew!! I can't believe I am going to do this. It makes my heart beat faster in fear---new students, new curriculum, longer classes...

Wish me luck!!

Mr. Maxwill Grows Up!!

Max has made HUGE accomplishments this WEEK. He has his new L lower front tooth, and he's crawling on hands and knees---FORWARD. Go Max!! He's darling and he never stops! He does love his crib at night, and although he only says "Dad, Dad, Dad" he knows Mama. He also knows Asa's name and looks for Asa when you say, "Where's Asa??"

Such a cutie pie!