Eighteen Months Later!

 I won't lie...sending off each of my missionaries was a leap of faith.  We were so happy that a mission is what they chose and excited for the experience a mission would be, but not seeing your child for 18-24 months is HARD!   After doing it three times through before I thought it might be a little easier with Ellie, but that was not the case.   I think it was partially because she was my baby and partially because of all the health issues she's faced, but I was antsy as can be for the last few months of her mission.  It didn't help that about 15 months in she started having more seizures and  really didn't feel very well.  I honestly wondered if they would just send her home a little early, since it was so close to the end of her mission anyway.   But that's not what she wanted and after some telehealth appointments with her neurologist here and some medication adjustments, she started doing better.  

Then I fear I became a broken record for most of April and May.  If anyone asked me how I was doing, I would giddily say I was great because my missionary was coming home.   And then they would be surprised when I would tell them she wasn't returning until mid-June.  Those last few weeks felt like they took forever, but then one day I found my milk carton...

And then, after many distracting projects (one of the big reasons why this poor blog became neglected),  the day finally arrived.   Traffic was terrible and it was a mad dash into the airport with only a few of us actually making it in time, but she came home!   

It won't let me embed the video, but here is when I got my hug.   My sister was supposed to be the photographer for the moment, but she was caught in traffic, so it's a little chaotic.    

 https://youtube.com/shorts/9AzgDKP4BK4?si=uuDAxn8-4eb8gik7 

   

 

It definitely wasn't the big welcoming party we envisioned, but at least some of us were there...

The rest of the party was far enough away at that point that they just got out of the traffic and turned around.  We met them for dinner at Aubergine (Ellie's choice).   The big group included my Mom, sisters Heather and Kristina, brother Nate,  Kristina's boys, Adam, Spence, and Glen and I.   

Adam made a new Welcome Home sign for her to replace the one McKenzie made and we've had hanging up since he got home about 2 years ago.  

Denali was VERY excited to see her again...

A few days later, Cami and family, and Emma arrived...

And Heather took our photos after super smoky air and storms canceled our professional session...

Then Ellie had her homecoming talk and surprised us with this musical number.  

She had NEVER done a musical number or even sung in a choir before her mission, so the fact that she could/would sing a harmonic duet  shocked us in a happy kind of way!   I find myself listening to it a lot.   She also gave a beautiful talk and Bishop T. called Glen (calling him Bishop) up at the end to return her plaque to her.  I think it meant a lot to Glen to be a part of that, especially since many people in our home ward don't even know us since we've been serving down at BYU.  

Ellie had a cohort of mission friends there...

After the service we headed home for some snacks and socializing.   

We are so happy to have our girly home again and already sad that she'll be leaving us to head back to school again so soon!  

Making Memories in N.E.

“You can leave heirlooms, but the most precious things you can leave are memories. When you are gone, you won’t be gone in your grandchildren’s lives—they will remember you. Grandparents, you are memory makers.”  M. Russell Ballard

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While Adam was off gallivanting around eastern Europe, I left the homeland at the end of April to make memories with my New England peeps!  New England in the winter is treacherous (they got over 5 feet of snow this past year), but New England in the shoulder seasons is much more delightful.   

Even the rain was delightful, because rain in Utah is exceedingly scarce...especially this year.   We've barely had any more rain than a  few drizzle events all summer long, so watching the kiddos play in puddles brought back so many memories of my own childhood and....  

more memories from when our kids were little.  This cute one of Ellie and her friend Gavin (?) from when she was a similar age makes me smile! 

I think I may have been a bit more indulgent with their puddle escapades than their mom would have been, but, you know, that's what memories are made of.   😂

Cami was quite sick (possibly with pneumonia) when I arrived, so I did a lot of babysitting at the beginning.  We spent time at the library...

in the yard and at the park....

and at the zoo where Lucie was delighted to meet a goat named Lucy...

Oliver, however, was not so sure...

Cami ended up at urgent care one day after having been quite ill for about 2 weeks and was prescribed some antibiotics.  Thankfully that seemed to be the ticket and she was soon better enough that we took the whole fam downtown before I left for home.  

WE made sure to send this photo to Heather to let her know how scared we were of the swan mural... (IYKYK)  

It was a very pleasant day exploring beautiful Providence...

which, surprise, surprise, also included some ice cream...

I quite enjoyed this unique ice cream place downtown made with cereal milk. 

Another day, we  also enjoyed this fun ice cream spot one of our ward members from BYU had told me about.   It's not far from where she grew up and she had recommended it to us to try.  

We went on walks most evenings.  We let the kids walk, so they weren't fast or far treks, but it was nice to get outside together once everyone was home from work.  

I left there a little tired...

but with a happy Grandma heart for the memories we were able to make together. 

Stay tuned for more catch-up posts to come...

A Visit from My Favorites

Becoming a grandma was everything I dreamed it would be and I love the connection we are forging with Lucie and Oliver, despite them living across the country from us.   I have a goal to see my grandbabies at least quarterly and so far we've been able to stick pretty close to that, though we'll have to see if we can keep it up once we have a few more grandkids in the mix (someday).   We also strongly hope that one day they'll live a little closer to us...actually a lot closer!  

Usually we plan on visiting them, because it's easier and cheaper to get 1-2 of us out there than to fly 3-4 of them out here.   This year, we  thought they wouldn't come out here until Ellie gets home from her mission (in June!!!!), but Garrett's sister got married at the end of March, meaning we got a bonus visit from them this year!  HAPPY DAY!  

They came mostly for the wedding, so we had to share them, but I soaked in every moment I could with C, G, L, and O!   

Which meant we even volunteered to help watch kiddos (including some of their B cousins) outside the temple while the ceremony was happening.   We are good friends with Garrett's parents and are a bit jealous of the fact that despite them getting started on the marriage/grandparenting journey at the same time as us (with the marriage of Cami and Garrett and the birth of Lucie), they are now leaving us in the dust on the grandkid count.   That's okay though, because the two we have are pretty doggone amazing and adorable!  

Oliver had a toy car or truck in his hands almost the entire time he was here (sometimes even sleeping with one) and Lucie was as spunky and talkative as ever.   We told stories, read books, went on walks, played with Denali...

And went to the farm, so they could ride ponies and take a train ride.

We also went to visit Rosy-nanna and Heather.   They both were obsessed with the cats and with playing the piano.  It was very cute that whenever a low note was played on the piano, Oliver would get this slightly alarmed look on his face and say, "Scary," like it was a scary movie soundtrack or something.   We also spent a lot of time with Adam and his girlfriend, Tia, who quickly became a favorite of theirs too.   It was also very cute how concerned Lucie was with Heather's injury.   She asked her a lot of questions and responded with an empathy beyond her years.   It was very sweet.  

Their last night in town, we met Adam, Tia, and Spencer in Provo and had dinner and ice cream before dropping them off at the airport for their red-eye back home.  

In amongst all the heaviness of late, it was good for my soul to have them here and it was hard to say goodbye!   Thankfully it won't be too long before I see them again!