Memory

It has been well over a month since I've posted anything. And that makes me very sad because I am living a very unique experience right now and I do not want to forget it. My excuses are...hm...well, let me summarize. On the 5th of November, Chancho left us to begin work in Dallas. He is living with his Uncle Paul and Aunt Vicki. The following week I flew down to Dallas with Finn to visit and to see the house that we will be renting for the next 18 months. Finding that house is a really cool story and maybe I will get to it at some point.

Upon my return from Dallas I immersed myself in a project for my Dad. He's turning 80 at the end of the month. I started it quite some time ago but the majority of November, I spent every bit of free time working on this project. More about it later.

Chancho came home for Thanksgiving. I was sick when I picked him up and grew worse over the weekend. And that brings us to today. I still have no voice and don't know what I would have done with out my parents helping me with the kids once C went back to Dallas. The kids have all had their turns being ill, as well, but it seems that my system cannot recover.

Anywho...living here with my parents has been a really wonderful experience, despite the cold, dry air that offends my lungs. I wish I was documenting it more fully. I will miss them so terribly once we move to Texas. I'm so grateful for the opportunity to be near them, to continue to learn from them, to have my children really get close to them, and to be loved so closely by them. I'm going to try harder to document little things that I love about being here.

So, here is the first little one: Mom's bread. My mother is 74 years old and has SO much more strength and energy than I do. She constantly amazes me. She is the Relief Society President, works (volunteers) 2 days per week at the temple, devotes herself to her deceased ancestors, and always tries to make herself available to those of us here who love and need her. I am completely exhausted and Mom will offer to read to the kids and will read to them for an hour! And one thing she does at least once per week is to make wheat bread. She grinds her own wheat, raises the dough, etc. And it is heaven! The kids and I can easily down a fresh loaf ourselves, and she always acts happy to have us do it. I am really going to miss Mom's bread!