Sunday, March 13, 2011

Spring Break 2011

SUNDAY, MARCH 13, 2011

Spring Break 2011 

I am in Mexico at our condo with Haleigh, her friends Haleigh, Emily, Parker, Robbie, Kaitlyn, and Brian.

We woke up this morning and drove to church, I was so surprised when we arrived, and the building was being renovated. Steve and Stuart Frost were in the car just in front of us. They found out where to go, so we followed them and got to church just in time to take the Sacrament. There were no seats in the chapel, so we had to stand outside. I love that there were so many people in the church today, most of them were Americans here for spring break, but it was nice to see the chapel filled with people. 


THIS IS THE DOOR AT THE CHURCH
LOOKS LIKE AN EASY BREAK-IN-
I AM SO GRATEFUL FOR THE
CHURCH WE HAVE TO MEET IN
 I found the full-time missionaries, one of the Elder Randall from Nevada, I got his mother's phone number, and when I get home, I will call her and let her know her son is doing well and that he loves her. It made me think of Blake. I wish someone would call me from the Dominican Republic and tell me they just saw my son and that he loves me ... well, I know he loves me, but still, every mom deserves that phone call at least once while their son is serving for those 2 years.


                THIS IS THE CHURCH IN MEXICO-SO FULL WE HAD TO LISTEN THROUGH THAT DOOR STANDING UP BEHIND THESE PEOPLE-AND OUTSIDE
Today I was thinking about a year ago; I was still in chemo, had a shiny bald head, and felt really sick. I rarely left the condo. Mysti and her girls were here; I miss them this year; I'm grateful I'm not ill and have hair. In fact, today, my hair blew in my face; I have pieces long enough to blow in the wind and hit my face; before I know it, I will put it in a ponytail and go to the gym.  


LABELS: BLAKE, CANCER, CHEMO, JOURNALING 

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