Well, we're loving having our own home. We're basically moved in but still in clutter from the random things that don't have a home. I'm currently making roman shades for a couple windows. I finished one yesterday (took 10+ hours to make.) I've never pinned so much in my life. I have so many pokes and scratches that I look like i got in a fight with a cat!
Two significant things to share (as I sit using internet in the library parking lot!). Things are looking good. I've very excited about our ward. It is packed to overflowing every week with so many different people. I went to ward temple night where the relief society president (who is my age---so's the bishop give or take a few years) stopped me in the dressing room to tell me how she's going to remember my name.
Her: "I'm embarrassingly obsessed with pageants, and a few years ago there was this girl on Miss America named Jaclyn, and she looks JUST LIKE YOU."
Me: (silent and staring for a while) "That was me."
Her: No Way!
This was followed by a very long hug from her. Then she introduced me to everyone as Miss Utah. The secret is out folks. Now I have to do my hair and makeup daily just to keep up with the perception of beauty queen.
The best part about it was that I went to lunch the next day with a group of ladies from the ward (including the RS president who seems awfully normal even though she knew my name and Miss America stats) :). We had a collective 15 or so kids who were running around us, but it was wonderful. I've been praying to find close friends wherever we moved, and there seems to be a good chance of some great friendships here. Every time we're at church I feel strongly that this is where we are meant to be.
The other happening happened when we finally unpacked our wedding video and watched it with Claire the other night. When it was over she was absolutely sobbing. She managed to let us know that she was just so happy that mom and dad got married and that she just loved us. It was so cute. She cried for 5-10 minutes alternating between the two of us. Then when she said her prayers that night she tried to say that she was thankful that mom and dad got married and she sobbed again. What a tender heart. What a wonderful, sweet spirit we have.
And that's it for now. I guess Kyle is sick of sitting in the back of the car going no where. Maybe we'll have internet soon? And pictures of the house too!
Oh, and thanks for all of the christmas cards. They were sitting in our mailbox when we finally go the key. What a great surprise!
Thats our Miss Utah. What a cute RS Pres!!!! And to think that Claire and I share the same tender heart tear duct gene is awesome. At least SHE won't make fun of me when I cry in movies and church and home and well just about everywhere.... Just a reminder from Washington Irving. Tears
ReplyDelete"There is a sacredness in tears.
They are not the mark of weakness, but of power.
They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues.
They are the messengers of overwhelming grief, of deep contrition, and of unspeakable love." Miss Claire was indeed feeling the unspeakable love part for her parents and family.