Hey Blogosphere,
It's been a while and I have so much to report, but l'Internet has been l'idiot in our homestead and it has finally triumphantly returned with much rejoicing on the part of Jason and me. First of all, nation, notice the partial profile of that studly missionary on the right celebrating Independence day:
Yes, America, that is my awesome brother's ear as he looks into the crowd of cheering Provoians, including his two sisters and brother-in-law. Elder Harrison promptly ran to Heather and me and gave us hi-5s, which made my sister cry with joy.
I have been secretly determined to sometime run into my brother on his mission in a non-breaking-rules kind of way and with the parade I thought, hoorah, dream fulfilled. But, while I was minding my own business, polishing off a thing of chips and salsa and watching this Brazilian movie with Jason, who should knock on my door, but the missionaries looking for food and an opportunity to share the Gospel.
I am a huge fan of my brother. He is a hero of mine, and I was happy that the day I got to see him I was clad in the shirt I made for him with his face on it. He was so great, and so thirsty, and he shared this sweet testimony with us and I was so proud of him. I really was--he was just sharing this little spiritual thought with us, but it was so honest and thoughtful and I am just so grateful to have such an amazing brother.
But wait, there's more news--Jason got a new job; I got a new calling (no more nursery, but I only cried 1.5 times because now I get to be in the Beehives!); we hiked the Y after eating a whole pizza, which was not a winning combination, but we ran into Billy Angie and they took us to Spoon Me and that combo wins every time; Heather is most likely getting published with her a.maz.ing personal essay; Kimberlee and Simon got married and I got to see so many friends; and I loved Toy Story 3. Here's another exciting thing--Dad's birthday is tomorrow. I don't want to overuse the word "hero" on my blog, but Dad's my hero, too.
If I was confident that you, my 6 to 10 religious readers were reading the all words in this lengthy post, I might recount the amazing adventure that was June 26th, but instead I will just show you this joyous picture of us and our Burger King cup man and tell you it was really fun.
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