Steve Cottle is our new bishop, many prayers for him. Good lessons today in church. I was reminded how little patience I have for people that are disrespectful. Made biscuits. We had chicken pot pie for dinner. After, we all went outside and looked at the eclipse through dad's welding helmet; incredible. Clay, Jordyn Gines, Eden, Lib, Syl, Sev, Maur, and I jumped on the trampoline all together and had such a good time. I got off and swung on the swing, it was fun to watch my family. Dad and Sterling were playing horse shoes, mom and Dal were talking, everyone else was still on the trampoline, and Bruce was chasing the chickens around. I love my family so so much. I imagined Michael there with us.
The eclipse made the lighting outside strange, it looked dingy (as mom described it). The grass is so beautiful and green and full; dad is doing such a great job at keeping it up. The weather was perfect.
Sylvia and I talked outside for probably an hour while everyone was playing around. I talked and talked and talked, but I think it helped her. I wish I could have recorded what I said so I could tell myself the same things when I get discouraged. My words were so full of truth and hope. She thanked me.
I read my patriarchal blessing today, I am grateful for it and am looking forward to living out what it foretells.
Eden went out with Jordan Ballou, so I did the dishes by myself. I am so tired.
I am so grateful for the people in my life that care. I am so grateful for the people that are clear and open and honest. I am grateful, I am grateful, I am grateful. I love Sundays.
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