We have enough interest that the Peep Show will go on! It will be smaller than previous years, but that is okay. :)
All-O-ver, Ol-i-vore . . . we're learning that Oliver's name has some fun mispronunciations.
Also, ask him what is name is and this is what you'll hear: "My name is Oli . . . Oli . . . Oliv . . . Oli . . . I don't know."
Here I am at SFO. Again. What should have been a 40 minute layover has turned into a 5 hour layover with merely a possibility of getting on the red-eye at 10:30. Flying standby. And if I don't get on the standby flight . . . they tell me my next shot at JFK isn't for 24 hours. Yeah. So let's hope that doesn't happen. And if I don't get on standby, well, there's got to be another way home.
S: Oliver, Is Mom a child of God?
O: Yes!
S: No, Mom is a grown up!
The one night -- ever -- when Micah and I get to bed at 10:00 and could, feasibly, get 9 hours of uninterrupted sleep, Simon wakes up crying inexplicably at midnight and can't go back to sleep, Oliver falls out of bed, and we're all out a couple of hours of sleep. Clearly we need to never try to go to to bed early. It's the only way to get a good night's sleep around here.
Last night I was talking to my friend Allison, who lives on the other side of the country. We were friends in high school and roommates in college and I realized as we were talking how much I miss our late night conversations and our mutual excitement at the start of each new semester. I hung up the phone, energized and grateful that we are still friends and that even though we have lived thousands of miles away from each other for the past three years, we can–and do–share special moments.
It was just after I hung up that I got a message from my mom about President Hinckley’s passing. Before the message finished playing, I was calling Allison back to tell her the news. It was a bitter sweet moment, one that I had imagined to myself several times over the past few years, but one that took me by surprise nonetheless. I was sure he would be around for another conference. While I was happy for him to be home with his wife, I was sad for us who will miss his wisdom and his humor.
This morning I got an e-mail from Allison reminding me of some experiences with President Hinckley we had shared: applying for the scholarship that bore his name, attending General Conference together when he said a special prayer for our country after 9/11, watching the devotional in the Maeser Building when he announced that Cecil O. Samuelson would be the new president of Brigham Young University. It was fitting, then, that we got to share the news of his passing despite the distance between us.
I am grateful for President Hinckley’s life, his example, and his legacy. I am happy for him to be back with Marjorie. There are few other people I know who so deserve to hear the words, “You have fought a good fight, you have finished your course, you have kept the faith.”
I agree with everything you said Lizzie.
Lizzie, I think no one has commented because you made them all cry. You definitely have a thing for words, and I want to thank you for writing this. He certainly did fight the good fight.