Monday, February 11, 2008
Adios Elder Bundy
Well, yesterday we said goodbye over the phone to my little brother. He left the MTC for the mission field in Bahia Blanca, Argentina. It was so good to talk to him, but now it seems really weird and a little sad that he is so far away. Provo didn't seem that far away and we still missed him so much. I don't know how we're going to deal with him in another country. He is totally stoked about getting out there and sharing his testimony with the people in Argentina. He said they better be ready. I am so excited for him and know that he will be an awesome missionary. He has such a strong testimonty and he has already grown so much from the time he left. I miss him everyday and it makes me sad to think that he is missing so much in the lives of my kids, but I wouldn't want him to be anywhere else and I know he will make a huge difference for so many people who are waiting for him. We love you uncle Bull and are counting the days until we can see you again!!!
Monday, February 4, 2008
Once there was a snowman
As most of you know we had quite the little snowstorm last night. My kids were so excited about the snow. They watched out the window for hours giving us updates on what the snow had recently covered. The first thing they did this morning was look out the window to see if it was still here. We had to get dressed fast so that we could go out there and see it. Jared came home from work for a little while and helped the kids make a snowman. It was a good thing he came home because I would have just gone out to take a few pictures and then came back in. I get cold way too easily to have come up with the idea of making a snowman. The kids loved it. Of course I had to dig through every ounce of snow gear we own to try to find things warm enough for the kids to play in the snow in. Since we don't leave sunny st. george very often, we don't even have very many warm articles of clothing. The kids had a really good time and just love the snow man they made. I think they will cry when they see it start to melt.
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