Not the Real First Creek

Dear Daddy,

Not the REAL First Creek
I keep forgetting what day it is. Is it Saturday? My default day is always Saturday so it must be my favorite day of the week. Growing up, cartoon shows were only on Saturday morning. I remember going over to grandma Goodwin's and watching cartoons while she made us waffles. I do not think I have had crisper, tastier waffles since. Saturdays meant a day off from school, a day full of play and exploring. Yes, Saturday is still my favorite day.

I have lost track of time this week because our world was disrupted with the news of Dave's brothers death. Time stands still during things like this as memories or grief push in and insist they have their say.  Scott was a kind soul who loved his children fiercely.  After he lost his daughter,Zoe, I do not know if he ever truly recovered. He seemed more at peace the last couple of years and I think it is because he found the joy and exuberance of the  sky. The feeling of lightness, fresh air and sunlight can only be found in such rich abundance in the space above the clouds. In flying ,he found solace and peace. If it was his time to go ,then flying above the clouds was a fitting way for him to leave.

Other things here are going fairly well.  You would enjoy seeing all the new houses going up and even new roads! There has always been a lot of congestion when the school at BishopGorman  lets out and now we have a new road to bypass that! We call it "Avory Pryer Road" because there is this darling girl in our ward who is almost as funny as Jessie that told us about it. 

Speaking of Jess, today are her tryouts for "Thoroughly Modern Millie". We all have the words to "Sweet Mystery of Life" memorized as she especially loves to sing in the car. There is no where to go when we are all in the car. Luckily she has a lovely voice and she is hoping for the role of Mrs. Meers or Miss Dorothy.

We have been amazed by Sydney the last few weeks. Her first few assignments have been phenomenal! The pathway program seems like such a great thing. 

Dani should be getting her license soon and can drive herself to seminary. She might take up climbing again too.

Hyatt and Lauren are working and busy. Lauren should be getting her CNA November 1st and then hopefully she can find a job. They might move in with us again to save money.

Georgia and Fluffy continue to be lazy and full of mischief.  I have talked to them several times about at least doing the dishes if they are going to be home all day, but true to form, they only lick the plates if they are in the dishwasher. They use some excuse about opposable thumbs, but I'm not buying it.

The weather is lovely! Last Saturday I took the girls hiking to a place called "First Creek". We were disappointed it had dried up and we didn't get to see the usual pond. Driving away, though, we saw down the road the REAL "First Creek" and we're bummed my navigation skills had led us on a boring hike. 

We sure love you!
Love,
Us

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