Happy New Year! With a new year comes a change in our meeting times and now we go to church at 1 p.m. instead of 9 a.m. Great for getting my missionary moments out a little earlier. I am excited to have the holidays move on so we can get back to working a five day week. Although we enjoyed the two days off it is almost harder to get back on schedule when there is a break during the week. We had snow last night. Not as much as we did at Thanksgiving but everything is very pretty outside our window. This morning the missionaries were down at our car chipping off the ice that had formed on the windows. Scott had already gone down and cleaned off all of the snow. They are such amazing young men and when it comes to service they have nailed it. Earlier in the week the Sister missionaries came to our apartment so that one of them could get a blessing. She has been having some serious ear problems and Scott and the Elders gave her a blessing before she went to the ear specialist. On New Years day we went down to Hookset and watched the Hunger Games movie and then came back to Concord and had a wonderful Mexican food dinner at a local restaurant, El Rodeo. It was surprisingly good and we were very excited to enjoy a little taste of the southwest. My brother Bill and his wife Bev are completing their mission in Slovenia in March. They are coming home and then going to visit all of their family. I am so impressed with all they have done while they have been there. Not only do they take really good care of the young missionaries but they have worked really hard to strengthen the branch that they are serving in. Because we were expecting snow yesterday we stayed close to home and after a quick trip to Barnes and Noble in Manchester and a short browse around Hobby Lobby we came home and settled in for the rest of the day. Scott spent the day reading his new books and I worked on my scrapbook pages. I almost have a stack of pages to send home to Angela and she can then put them in the grandkids books.
This week at lunch I talked to a co-worker named Steve at the archives. He is one of the nicest people you could meet. He retired, I believe from teaching, and now works part time at the archives. We got to talking about family history and how important it is. He told me his grandmother started keeping a journal when she was a young mother and kept it until a few months before her death at 89. He had such love and respect for her and what she accomplished in her life. A life that to many would have probably seemed mundane. She also kept track of all the fresh donuts she had made in her lifetime and shared glimpses of her interaction with her family. Her journals are now some of Steve's most cherished treasures. Never underestimate the power of your life!
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