Dinner at the Merkley's

Now that we're officially out of quarantine, life has picked up.

Mary was counting the days until she could see Zoe. She was the first in the car to drive up and the first one in the door. I felt thankful for Zoe. (Cousins are the best.) And as usual the food was so good. I love being in Abby's home- they are the perfect hosts and my children were so busy with cousins and pets that I hardly saw them on Sunday. Apparently the Merkely's have a reputation for good food and good company and they have to disinvite family/friends all the time. 

Maeser accidentally hit Julianna's cat with a stick and cried so hard because Sydney got in trouble for it, Maes gave me hope for this world actually, though he was sorrowful, his tears were beautiful as he really felt bad for both the cat and Sydney. Mark spent some time with Maeser reassuring him that everything was ok, I felt thankful for Mark.

After dinner, Abby carefully helped Hannah make some firm decisions about the wedding and handed out assignments for the next few days. She is so organised AND creative. The wedding will be beautiful. I felt so thankful for Abby who was prepared to help even after being sick and so busy with school.

Hannah stopped by this evening just to say hello. Dallin and Fenton were also with her, but she stopped by to ask if she could take the girls hiking tomorrow or help with Julie this weekend. I felt thankful for Hannah. She is beautiful and kind and thoughtful and the older girls love her. This is the second time this week she has popped in to see if someone wanted to walk or hike with her.

Speaking of Dallin and Fenton, the two of them are such peacemakers. With Fenton's abrupt but funny conversation changers to Dallin's humour and helpfulness, they are always appreciated and welcome. After 2 months of quarantine with Dallin, Moses and Scout think his visits are for playing legos and reading books. Dallin has continued to show up for FHE and offered to teach Come Follow Me even here in Sundance. So definitely feeling thankful for Dallin.

I hope it warms up in Utah before Stewart and Bonita get back (see photos of our freezing children). Sleet, a little snow and under 35 degrees is almost painful.