Memory Lane: Utah

Sometimes I come across old pictures (or old emails, or old fill-in-the-blank) and a wave of nostalgia washes over me.

 

Okay, okay, it's not always a wave of nostalgia, like I get swept off my feet and washed out to sea.  But it's fun regardless.

 

These pictures are from the pre-historic days of 2009, when I spent a month in Salt Lake City with our family friends, Mr. and Mrs. B. who are some of the most amazing, Godly, real people I have ever known.

 

That month was such a wonderful experience - getting to be a part of their lives, the everyday stuff, the ministry stuff...

 

Without further ado, here are a few pictures.

 

 

 

Doing a Bible study with Yumi, an exchange student

 

Stranger on the Road to Emmaus.  You guys, this book is seriously amazing.  So straightforward, so clear on the Gospel, so easy to read.  (Side note: I can now say I've gone through the whole thing in three languages. :))

 

 

Playing Quiddler

 

I don't remember anything about the game except that it was super fun.  Oh, that and I won most of the rounds.  Which Josh didn't like.

 

 

Doing dishes

 

(Side note: Hey, look, is that a dishwasher?  It's been ages since I've used one.  Or even seen one.)

 

 

In the office of a TV station

 

Mr. and Mrs. B volunteered each week for a program that was started to give a Biblical perspective on polygamy (remember, this was Utah) and fundamentalism, and to help those wanting to escape from such groups.

 

 

Answering a call

 

 

Writing down the caller's question

 

On the set (after the show)
 

 

At the airport, ready-but-not-ready to fly back to CA after a wonderful month

 

Treasured memories. :)

Hall of Cuteness

The greater part of my waking hours last week were spent in the company of this little guy (and his older brother and mommy).

 

Oh, and Germain had the camera for part of the time, so I blame any inordinately weird shots on him.

 

 

 

 

I hesitate to use technology too readily when babysitting, but desperate times call for desperate measures.  Let's just say he was being as impossible as possible.

 

 

 

There was a lot of grabbing for the camera going on.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The movie only held Germain's interest for so long, it appeared.  Then he got more interested in the camera.  Thus some of the next few shots.

 

 

 

 

I promise I wasn't pinching him.

 

 

 

 

 

 

They really look like brothers, don't they?  And they both look like their mommy.  In fact, the other day I saw a picture of Angèle as a school girl, and my word, is Germain the spittin' image of her!

 

 

Climbing.  That's a new thing for him.  He got lots of practice last week.  (It makes me tired just remembering him going up.  And down.  And up.  And down.)

 

 

 

He's gotten really fast at scooting.

 

 

 

 

 

  

 

 

 

 

 

 

I love that silly little grin.

 

 

 

Yes, Theo, there is a reason that bottom shelf is empty.  And you are that reason. :)

 

 

And my two favorites of the week -

 

 

Captions, people?  I'm thinking of turning this one into a meme of some sort...

 

 

I adore him.

 

It's ironic, I suppose...when I left CA, I kept thinking how much I was going to miss my nephews and niece (and now I have one more to miss!), and how hard it was going to be not to be around for all their growing up.  I still miss them with all my heart.

And now when I squish baby Theo's soft and chubby cheeks against my own (not-quite-as-chubby) cheeks, I think how much I'm going to miss being around for all his growing up.

It's like having pieces of your heart on two different continents.