Sarah and Nathan had finished their school for the day, so I sent them to play while Ammon took a spelling test. After Ammon finished, I went in to find Nathan and Sarah playing what? That's right. Playing school. They had created desks out of overturned toy boxes. Sarah was wearing Ammon's suit jacket and a tie. She was using a lightsaber as a pointer and teaching about snakes. It was pretty cute.
Later, the kids played in the wading pool out back. I sent them in to get dressed while I tidied up the pool toys, lawn chairs, towels, etc. I went in and called to Beth. She still needs help to get dressed, afterall. I found her downstairs. She has, apparently, learned out to undress. So she was standing there in the buff teaching an imaginary classroom. (No, none of her siblings were in the room.) She had the lightsaber and pointed to a poster on the wall and said, "Whatsoever..."
Thursday, August 27, 2009
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
So lonely
For Nathan's 1st birthday, I made him a blanket. All by myself. :) He immediately attached himself to the blanket. He loves it. LOVES IT.
On Monday night, Nathan wandered around the house with a forlorn look on his face. He couldn't find his blankie. He was so sad. Nathan's facial expressions tell all sorts of stories and emotion. The whole family searched and searched. No blanket. I called my sister's house, where Nathan had been earlier that day. No blanket. I didn't think Nathan would go to bed that night. But, luckily for us all, my brother, Michael, was over and cheered Nathan.
Tuesday came. We searched the house. We looked in every nook and cranny. Literally. Couch cushions, the playhouse, the garage, under furniture, in closets, in the bottom of toy boxes, the car, kitchen cupboards, hampers. There was no place left to look. The house is pretty clean; there's not a lot of places to lose something like a blanket. I called Rachel again. No blanket. Nathan called Rachel by himself. No blanket. He kept telling me, "I'm telling you. It's at Rachel's house." I didn't think it was. Midway through the day, Nathan said, "Mom, I'm so lonely without my blanket." The poor kid. He was lost and alone.
In the evening, we went to a thing to meet Chris. I could tell you about the thing, but perhaps you don't want to be bothered with that tangent. When we got home, it was pretty late. Michael came in and said, "Nathan, Rachel called. She found your blanket." Nathan smiled his charming smile and gave me a big hug. A huge hug. It was like the best Christmas morning ever. Unfortunately, it was too late to run over to Rachel's for the blanket. But, Nathan was brave and slept without it again.
Today, Rachel came over bringing the blanket.
On Monday night, Nathan wandered around the house with a forlorn look on his face. He couldn't find his blankie. He was so sad. Nathan's facial expressions tell all sorts of stories and emotion. The whole family searched and searched. No blanket. I called my sister's house, where Nathan had been earlier that day. No blanket. I didn't think Nathan would go to bed that night. But, luckily for us all, my brother, Michael, was over and cheered Nathan.
Tuesday came. We searched the house. We looked in every nook and cranny. Literally. Couch cushions, the playhouse, the garage, under furniture, in closets, in the bottom of toy boxes, the car, kitchen cupboards, hampers. There was no place left to look. The house is pretty clean; there's not a lot of places to lose something like a blanket. I called Rachel again. No blanket. Nathan called Rachel by himself. No blanket. He kept telling me, "I'm telling you. It's at Rachel's house." I didn't think it was. Midway through the day, Nathan said, "Mom, I'm so lonely without my blanket." The poor kid. He was lost and alone.
In the evening, we went to a thing to meet Chris. I could tell you about the thing, but perhaps you don't want to be bothered with that tangent. When we got home, it was pretty late. Michael came in and said, "Nathan, Rachel called. She found your blanket." Nathan smiled his charming smile and gave me a big hug. A huge hug. It was like the best Christmas morning ever. Unfortunately, it was too late to run over to Rachel's for the blanket. But, Nathan was brave and slept without it again.
Today, Rachel came over bringing the blanket.
Ohh, doesn't he just melt your heart? It's a good thing he's not going to public school. He would have some serious Owen issues.
Sunday, August 23, 2009
Disappointment and blessings
Chris and I have spent the last year or so preparing and hoping for Chris to go to grad school in England. We were planning to leave in about a month. We are so close, but in the end, it didn't work out. I am confident that it is God's will that we not go at this time. However, it has been bitterly disappointing for me and it took a while for me to accept. Finally, when I was ready to talk about it, I sent an e-mail to some of my family and a couple of my close friends. I was unprepared for the response.
I had several people tell me that we are in their prayers. These are people who don't use that phrase in its cliche form. My sister-in-law said that she was glad her prayers for me were answered in the form of comfort when I needed it. My other sister-in-law shared her personal (and relatable) experience following God's plan for her and her family. Many shared testimonies of God and the fact that he is aware of us--even me. All shared great compassion and caring for us in our little situation.
While I should know that people pray for me (afterall I pray for other people, too), it still surprised me. I just hadn't thought about it before. I have spent this week feeling very buoyed up knowing this one little thing. I feel very loved. I feel God's love for me. I know that it is often through other people that God shows his love for us. Knowing that I am not alone in my prayers makes me more confident in the answer I've received. God is not just answering my prayers, but many people's.
It has also made me a little less selfish in my own prayers. I have so many people who are constantly in my thoughts, but only sometimes in my prayers. I can do a little better praying for those I care about. It's such a simple thing to do, but it is so unifying and powerful. Because this thing is certain: God answers our prayers.
Thank you so much for your prayers and your love. You know who you are. :)
I had several people tell me that we are in their prayers. These are people who don't use that phrase in its cliche form. My sister-in-law said that she was glad her prayers for me were answered in the form of comfort when I needed it. My other sister-in-law shared her personal (and relatable) experience following God's plan for her and her family. Many shared testimonies of God and the fact that he is aware of us--even me. All shared great compassion and caring for us in our little situation.
While I should know that people pray for me (afterall I pray for other people, too), it still surprised me. I just hadn't thought about it before. I have spent this week feeling very buoyed up knowing this one little thing. I feel very loved. I feel God's love for me. I know that it is often through other people that God shows his love for us. Knowing that I am not alone in my prayers makes me more confident in the answer I've received. God is not just answering my prayers, but many people's.
It has also made me a little less selfish in my own prayers. I have so many people who are constantly in my thoughts, but only sometimes in my prayers. I can do a little better praying for those I care about. It's such a simple thing to do, but it is so unifying and powerful. Because this thing is certain: God answers our prayers.
Thank you so much for your prayers and your love. You know who you are. :)
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
10 years to the day...
I am having blog problems again. These following blentries were supposed to appear in a different order. It may be confusing,but if you read them all, you'll figure it out. You're smart enough.
*A limerick sampling
"Chris" by Megan
There once was a boy from Lodi*
Who liked to wear Mickey Mouse ties.
His sun-darkened cheeks
And striking physique
Made Megan heave quite a sigh.
(*this was as far as I got. Jacob wrote the rest.)
by Kathryn
There once was a girl who loved green,
Chocolate and U2 were her thing.
She also loved Chris
Especially to kiss,
And, therefore, Chris gave her a ring.
by Brynn (last line by Jacob)
In the Rawlins' fam there was a moose
Who had more than just one screw loose.
More looney than ever
She thought she was clever
When she caught Chris in the marital noose.
by my roommate Jen (filled with personal jokes)
There once was a roomie so fruity
Who thought every boy had a cootie.
Now she's ditched single-land
For a gold wedding band.
And to you, Meg, I say, well...Zootie!
by Aunt Karen
Carrie and Megan were roomies
Now they are both with groomies
No more imaginary dogs
Or talking to frogs
Now they are hoping for baby boomies.
by Tammy (not strictly a limerick, but one of my favorites)
Chris and Megan are a cute pair
Who have some things in common.
When Chris is cookin', I know they will share
Many large bowls of Top Ramen.
by JoAnn (Mom)
There once was a guy named Chris
Who wanted a maiden to kiss.
He looked and he looked
And then he got hooked.
And Megan lost the title of "miss."
also by Mom
There once was a man named Chris
Who wanted a Megan to kiss.
When it happened quite late
On their second date,
He said, "I've never been kissed quite like this!"
by Carrie, Michael, and Karen
At Marsha's baptismal dunk
Is where Megan saw her hunk.
He thought she was fine
And said, "She'll be mine."
And Chris gave up being a monk.
There once was a boy from Lodi*
Who liked to wear Mickey Mouse ties.
His sun-darkened cheeks
And striking physique
Made Megan heave quite a sigh.
(*this was as far as I got. Jacob wrote the rest.)
by Kathryn
There once was a girl who loved green,
Chocolate and U2 were her thing.
She also loved Chris
Especially to kiss,
And, therefore, Chris gave her a ring.
by Brynn (last line by Jacob)
In the Rawlins' fam there was a moose
Who had more than just one screw loose.
More looney than ever
She thought she was clever
When she caught Chris in the marital noose.
by my roommate Jen (filled with personal jokes)
There once was a roomie so fruity
Who thought every boy had a cootie.
Now she's ditched single-land
For a gold wedding band.
And to you, Meg, I say, well...Zootie!
by Aunt Karen
Carrie and Megan were roomies
Now they are both with groomies
No more imaginary dogs
Or talking to frogs
Now they are hoping for baby boomies.
by Tammy (not strictly a limerick, but one of my favorites)
Chris and Megan are a cute pair
Who have some things in common.
When Chris is cookin', I know they will share
Many large bowls of Top Ramen.
by JoAnn (Mom)
There once was a guy named Chris
Who wanted a maiden to kiss.
He looked and he looked
And then he got hooked.
And Megan lost the title of "miss."
also by Mom
There once was a man named Chris
Who wanted a Megan to kiss.
When it happened quite late
On their second date,
He said, "I've never been kissed quite like this!"
by Carrie, Michael, and Karen
At Marsha's baptismal dunk
Is where Megan saw her hunk.
He thought she was fine
And said, "She'll be mine."
And Chris gave up being a monk.
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Anniversary
We've spent the year leading up to the big day. We've reminisced about when Chris and I met, our first date, our engagement. And now we get the wedding.
We got married in the Mt. Timpanogos temple. It was a beautiful August day. It was partially overcast, both rainy and sunny. It rained while we were in the temple, but not when we were taking photos. It poured during our indoor luncheon, but was bright and beautiful during our outdoor reception.
The officiator at our sealing was Elder Jack H. Goaslind. I wanted to write down some of the counsel he gave us, but unfortunately all of my journals are in storage at the moment. So, I will just have to write what I can remember in my head. He counseled us to always pay our tithing. Chris and I have done so, no matter what our financial state. This has been a unifying force in our marriage. Without question, we pay our tithing and other offerings to the Church. I have often been grateful that this is something we have never argued about or doubted. We have received so many blessings from obeying this simple commandment. Some are obvious and some are more subtle. But all are sacred.
Elder Goaslind counseled us to pray together morning and evening. He said that when we pray, we should vocally express gratitude for each other. Wow, what a difference that little thing can make. We have consistently prayed together for the last ten years. And when we vocally and specifically thank Heavenly Father for the gift of our spouse, the Lord makes the positive qualities of our spouse more noticeable.
He gave us more advice, and it is written in my journal. And then he bore his testimony. Elder Goaslind received the power to perform sealings on earth from President Spencer W. Kimball. He bore his testimony of the priesthood power and that sealings are real and eternal. For me, hearing his testimony was the most touching part of the experience. I also believe and am sure that the power to seal families together on earth is real. It was on the earth anciently and has been restored in our day. I am confident that, as we remain worthy, our marriage will last through eternity.
The wedding day for me had very little stress. Everything went smoothly. For some reason, that you can only really understand if you know me very well, it was important to me to have every aspect of the wedding as simple and inexpensive as possible. My friend and roommate, Jaye, painted an orange lily that Jacob scanned into his computer. Then Jacob designed my invitations (with the lily) and printed them. My sister Rachel took the engagement photos. And my cousin Lee did my hair. My mom made the food for the wedding luncheon. She may have had some help...I can't remember. The decorations were done by my sister Lisa. And for entertainment (this was my idea), we had the guests compose clean limericks* about Chris and me. I thought it was all kinds of fun. And people participated.
The reception was beautiful. We were in my sister's in-laws backyard. The McClearys--perhaps you know them. We had bird-of-paradise flowers and ferns as centerpieces. We also used orange lilies and a few white and purple flowers for variety in the bouquets. My mother-in-law, Suzie, sent us leis from Hawai'i. We had a green cake, frosted white, with crystal frogs on top. My mom and sister Kathryn and another friend made the refreshments. We served cookies (because I love cookies!) and some orange slushy thing with little paper umbrellas in top. At the end of the night, the popular BYU a capella group Vocal Point performed. Chris was one of them.
I thought the whole day was wildly successful. As I look back, I wouldn't change a thing. Two days later, we had an open house in California. My sister-in-law, Tammy, and my mother-in-law, Barbara, were completely in charge of that. I didn't even offer any input. It was also wonderful and a lot of fun.
I wish I had some sort of funny story about the day, but it was just a good, good day. And ten years later, I'm still glad I married him.
We got married in the Mt. Timpanogos temple. It was a beautiful August day. It was partially overcast, both rainy and sunny. It rained while we were in the temple, but not when we were taking photos. It poured during our indoor luncheon, but was bright and beautiful during our outdoor reception.
The officiator at our sealing was Elder Jack H. Goaslind. I wanted to write down some of the counsel he gave us, but unfortunately all of my journals are in storage at the moment. So, I will just have to write what I can remember in my head. He counseled us to always pay our tithing. Chris and I have done so, no matter what our financial state. This has been a unifying force in our marriage. Without question, we pay our tithing and other offerings to the Church. I have often been grateful that this is something we have never argued about or doubted. We have received so many blessings from obeying this simple commandment. Some are obvious and some are more subtle. But all are sacred.
Elder Goaslind counseled us to pray together morning and evening. He said that when we pray, we should vocally express gratitude for each other. Wow, what a difference that little thing can make. We have consistently prayed together for the last ten years. And when we vocally and specifically thank Heavenly Father for the gift of our spouse, the Lord makes the positive qualities of our spouse more noticeable.
He gave us more advice, and it is written in my journal. And then he bore his testimony. Elder Goaslind received the power to perform sealings on earth from President Spencer W. Kimball. He bore his testimony of the priesthood power and that sealings are real and eternal. For me, hearing his testimony was the most touching part of the experience. I also believe and am sure that the power to seal families together on earth is real. It was on the earth anciently and has been restored in our day. I am confident that, as we remain worthy, our marriage will last through eternity.
The wedding day for me had very little stress. Everything went smoothly. For some reason, that you can only really understand if you know me very well, it was important to me to have every aspect of the wedding as simple and inexpensive as possible. My friend and roommate, Jaye, painted an orange lily that Jacob scanned into his computer. Then Jacob designed my invitations (with the lily) and printed them. My sister Rachel took the engagement photos. And my cousin Lee did my hair. My mom made the food for the wedding luncheon. She may have had some help...I can't remember. The decorations were done by my sister Lisa. And for entertainment (this was my idea), we had the guests compose clean limericks* about Chris and me. I thought it was all kinds of fun. And people participated.
The reception was beautiful. We were in my sister's in-laws backyard. The McClearys--perhaps you know them. We had bird-of-paradise flowers and ferns as centerpieces. We also used orange lilies and a few white and purple flowers for variety in the bouquets. My mother-in-law, Suzie, sent us leis from Hawai'i. We had a green cake, frosted white, with crystal frogs on top. My mom and sister Kathryn and another friend made the refreshments. We served cookies (because I love cookies!) and some orange slushy thing with little paper umbrellas in top. At the end of the night, the popular BYU a capella group Vocal Point performed. Chris was one of them.
I thought the whole day was wildly successful. As I look back, I wouldn't change a thing. Two days later, we had an open house in California. My sister-in-law, Tammy, and my mother-in-law, Barbara, were completely in charge of that. I didn't even offer any input. It was also wonderful and a lot of fun.
I wish I had some sort of funny story about the day, but it was just a good, good day. And ten years later, I'm still glad I married him.
The many colors of Sarah
When Ammon was little, he colored everything green. It was the only color he ever used. Then we got Sarah. Sarah can never decide on a favorite color because she loves them all. She switches everyday. This carries over into personality. Ammon, for the most part, is even-tempered and consistent. Sarah is much more colorful. Sarah likes to wear bright colors--lots of different ones at the same time. She likes to be loud and dramatic. Whether she is happy or sad or mad or excited, she expresses her emotion with oh, so much color.
Today we had a singing class. There are eight children in the class. Sarah's facial expressions and actions and singing make her so fun to watch. She loves to perform. But, ironically, she is terrified to perform in front of an audience.
Here is one of Sarah's recent drawings. I think she puts a lot of personal expression into her art. This is a princess in front of her castle. The princess is giving flowers to her friend.
Today we had a singing class. There are eight children in the class. Sarah's facial expressions and actions and singing make her so fun to watch. She loves to perform. But, ironically, she is terrified to perform in front of an audience.
Here is one of Sarah's recent drawings. I think she puts a lot of personal expression into her art. This is a princess in front of her castle. The princess is giving flowers to her friend.
Ammon, the poet
Last week, some of our good friends were able to adopt a little baby girl. It has been a long wait and we are so happy for them. I told the kids that they should make some cards for this family. Ammon wrote a poem. (I tried telling him that he wouldn't find a word to rhyme with adoption and change, but I was wrong.)
A new baby sister! This is great!
Your big brother is the age of eight.
If they make a lot more adoptions
Maybe they'll start running out of options.
If they'll adopt more babies or not
Or put all the babies in a pot.
Maybe the babies will start to cry.
Why do they cry? I don't know why.
Maybe the babies need a diaper change.
This will make it hard to rearrange.
Maybe they want to suck on a binky.
If they need a diaper change, they'll be really stinky.
Now this poem will finally end.
This poem is written by your friend.
And then my sister Brynn was at our house the other day. She had nine little puppies with her. She was trying to give away the puppies. Ammon came in from playing and said, "Mom, listen to this:"
Are you feeling lonely? It's your lucky day!
Come, get a puppy. You don't have to pay.
Rhyming is fun.
A new baby sister! This is great!
Your big brother is the age of eight.
If they make a lot more adoptions
Maybe they'll start running out of options.
If they'll adopt more babies or not
Or put all the babies in a pot.
Maybe the babies will start to cry.
Why do they cry? I don't know why.
Maybe the babies need a diaper change.
This will make it hard to rearrange.
Maybe they want to suck on a binky.
If they need a diaper change, they'll be really stinky.
Now this poem will finally end.
This poem is written by your friend.
And then my sister Brynn was at our house the other day. She had nine little puppies with her. She was trying to give away the puppies. Ammon came in from playing and said, "Mom, listen to this:"
Are you feeling lonely? It's your lucky day!
Come, get a puppy. You don't have to pay.
Rhyming is fun.
Sunday, August 16, 2009
Bethie, the conversationalist
Beth loves to have conversations with people. She will do whatever she can to come up with things to say. Sometimes it's hard for a 2-year-old to think of things to talk to grown-ups about. When Chris gets home from work, she'll follow him around asking him things like, "Are those your keys?" Yes, Beth. They are.
Yesterday, Beth was attempting to chat with Grandma and Grandpa. She looked at Grandpa and said, "Are you standing there?" Yes, Beth. He was.
Last week, Beth was enjoying a lengthy conversation with her 15-year-old cousin, Jamison. He was really cute interacting with her. Beth, apparently, ran out of things to say. She said, "I have a rash on my bottom." Jamison just looked at her. He had no idea how to respond. So Beth repeated it. (You have to respond to Beth or she just repeats the sentence over and over.) Finally, after she informed him of said rash the third time, Jamison said, "Cool." And Beth was satisfied.
Yesterday, Beth was attempting to chat with Grandma and Grandpa. She looked at Grandpa and said, "Are you standing there?" Yes, Beth. He was.
Last week, Beth was enjoying a lengthy conversation with her 15-year-old cousin, Jamison. He was really cute interacting with her. Beth, apparently, ran out of things to say. She said, "I have a rash on my bottom." Jamison just looked at her. He had no idea how to respond. So Beth repeated it. (You have to respond to Beth or she just repeats the sentence over and over.) Finally, after she informed him of said rash the third time, Jamison said, "Cool." And Beth was satisfied.
A little bit of Nathan...
Yesterday, Nathan and Sarah were in some sort of mood. It was not a fun mood. I think the word annoying is appropriate, but a little tame. We could not get them to calm down for bed--or for anything. I thought I would go crazy.
The two of them were in the bathroom brushing their teeth. Nathan was making these weird squawking sounds at the top of his lungs. He has very loud lungs. (Why don't we call a whisper talking at the bottom of our lungs? Just wondering.) I was at the end of my rope. I marched in the bathroom and Nathan got in BIG trouble. He was shocked. He was stunned. He was stupified. He said, "But Mom, I was the funny one." Oh, so it's not annoying. It's funny. My bad.
And then today: Nathan came upstairs to tell me that Sarah had hidden one of his toys. I said I would go down to solve the problem if he would take care of Beth in the bath. This consists of his watching her to make sure her face doesn't go under the water. If she goes under, he yells loudly. I came back upstairs and overheard Nathan saying, "So...is your day going well?"
Beth said, "Yes," and the polite conversation was ended. I thought it was funny anyway.
The two of them were in the bathroom brushing their teeth. Nathan was making these weird squawking sounds at the top of his lungs. He has very loud lungs. (Why don't we call a whisper talking at the bottom of our lungs? Just wondering.) I was at the end of my rope. I marched in the bathroom and Nathan got in BIG trouble. He was shocked. He was stunned. He was stupified. He said, "But Mom, I was the funny one." Oh, so it's not annoying. It's funny. My bad.
And then today: Nathan came upstairs to tell me that Sarah had hidden one of his toys. I said I would go down to solve the problem if he would take care of Beth in the bath. This consists of his watching her to make sure her face doesn't go under the water. If she goes under, he yells loudly. I came back upstairs and overheard Nathan saying, "So...is your day going well?"
Beth said, "Yes," and the polite conversation was ended. I thought it was funny anyway.
Sunday, August 2, 2009
Where was I when this was going on?
Sarah likes to take pictures. She got the camera the other day and boy, did they have some fun! They acted out fighting scenes...here you watch it. (By the way, apparently I needed to do some laundry. Everyone dressed themselves. I am now aware of our family weakness: matching. We will forgo phonics and math on Monday to work on fashion. It is a desparate situation.)
Oh, to make it work most wonderfully, you will need to turn up the volume on your computer. But you will also need to scroll to the bottom of my blog and turn off my playlist. I could remove the playlist, but I like it. This music makes me happy.
Oh, to make it work most wonderfully, you will need to turn up the volume on your computer. But you will also need to scroll to the bottom of my blog and turn off my playlist. I could remove the playlist, but I like it. This music makes me happy.
Saturday, August 1, 2009
From the past...
So, I was searching my e-mails trying to find a message from my friend, Neal, wherein he taught me some stuff about how to use Windows Movie Maker. I can't find it. But I did find this story I sent to my brother, Jacob. It's still funny a year later. Shall I share? (Originally written 25 July 2008.)
We felt like we should do something extraordinary to celebrate Pioneer Day last night (Chris had to work during the day), but we were too tired and hot to go out of our house. Instead, we watched a family movie: Return of the Jedi. In the past, when Chris has shown the kids Star Wars movies, he has carefully selected certain parts of the show--not editing for content, just to make it shorter. I suggested that we, for the first time, let the children see the whole movie. As it started, I couldn't get into it. So, I picked up a book. I watched and read and read and watched. Then I started wondering, have I outgrown Star Wars? Is it possible that I, Megan, could no longer get excited by Han Solo mistakenly knocking Boba Fett into the Tarlac Pit? I was a little saddened to think that I could be maturing. Afterall, I still get a laugh out of Homer and Bart. (But only when the kids aren't watching. That way, I can maintain my hypocritical self-righteous horror at the crassness and inappropriateness of the show.)
Anyway . . . the movie progressed towards the end. I looked up from my book during what used to be my favorite scene of all time, in all movies:
"Now... go, my son. Leave me."
"No. You're coming with me. I'll not leave you here, I've got to save you."
"You already... have, Luke. You were right. You were right about me. Tell your sister... you were right."
I felt my eyes fill with tears despite myself. And I couldn't help but think, "I've still got it." I think I'll be a fanatical fan until my dying day. Well, that's all.
We felt like we should do something extraordinary to celebrate Pioneer Day last night (Chris had to work during the day), but we were too tired and hot to go out of our house. Instead, we watched a family movie: Return of the Jedi. In the past, when Chris has shown the kids Star Wars movies, he has carefully selected certain parts of the show--not editing for content, just to make it shorter. I suggested that we, for the first time, let the children see the whole movie. As it started, I couldn't get into it. So, I picked up a book. I watched and read and read and watched. Then I started wondering, have I outgrown Star Wars? Is it possible that I, Megan, could no longer get excited by Han Solo mistakenly knocking Boba Fett into the Tarlac Pit? I was a little saddened to think that I could be maturing. Afterall, I still get a laugh out of Homer and Bart. (But only when the kids aren't watching. That way, I can maintain my hypocritical self-righteous horror at the crassness and inappropriateness of the show.)
Anyway . . . the movie progressed towards the end. I looked up from my book during what used to be my favorite scene of all time, in all movies:
"Now... go, my son. Leave me."
"No. You're coming with me. I'll not leave you here, I've got to save you."
"You already... have, Luke. You were right. You were right about me. Tell your sister... you were right."
I felt my eyes fill with tears despite myself. And I couldn't help but think, "I've still got it." I think I'll be a fanatical fan until my dying day. Well, that's all.
Albion Basin
On Monday evening, we went with a few other families to hike to Cecret Lake in Albion Basin in Little Cottonwood Canyon. Late July is wildflower season in that area. I've been there before but not for several years. Now I think I have to make a habit of going there every year at this time. I'm a big fan of wildflowers. Utah doesn't always seem to have the brightest and fullest array of flowers. But in one way, it makes me appreciate more every little flower. I took some photos. Photos can't really capture the beauty...but that's the way it is with life.
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