Yesterday was possibly the most perfect Sunday ever. It was stake conference. We left uplifted and inspired to be better, to serve more, and to live like our Savior.
After lunch, we loaded up bikes, snacks, and kids (no small feat here!) and drove out to the Ft. Tuthill bike park. They were having some kind of race and there was a huge crowd. We left there and drove to Marshall Lake (it's a bit of a marsh right now). We set up our hammocks and read and relaxed, rode bikes a bit, and dozed for awhile. At Jake's urging, we went back to the bike park, which was now empty. The kids and Scott had a great time. I even tried it once. Brooklyn, poor girl, had a fever all day so we hung out in the hammocks together. She was all bundled up and was a trooper.
We got back and had eggs and bacon for dinner, then got everyone into bed. We all went to bed feeling so fulfilled and happy. Jake and Alisa declared it the best Sunday ever. Scott didn't even feel the Monday-eve blues he usually gets. It was a perfect day.