Gratitude

I am attempting to follow my own advice and practice gratitude on a daily basis. When I don't do it, it's because I'm forgetful, not that I'm not thankful.

Today I am grateful for my own sweet husband. Last night at Lara's party I was teasing him about getting into irreparable trouble at BYU (I still expect it every semester), because of his tendency to make whatever joke possible at every opportunity, the raunchier the better. And I still don't remember my dad and brothers ever being so--so irresistibly attracted to 14 year old humor. But it's a small price to pay for my sweet-natured, hardworking, loving, thoughtful, interesting John's company. And he has to put up with a lot from me too. In fact, as he said soon after we were married, "If you didn't laugh just a little, I wouldn't do it." I'm not sure that's true, but...

So here's to my John. May we have 32 more years of inappropriate jokes and wifely disapproval.

Fam. Hist.--Dave at Ethan's Age

I recognize the look on Ethan's face as one I've seen on Dave's (here with Auntie Cindy).

He put up with a lot of kissing etc.

And of course he had a very cute grin, like Ethan does (see post below).

Walking

I think I'm going to be OK with the walking required on the trip. I really like my nice new black walking shoes, and maybe that was half the problem with sore knees before--that my shoes were worn out and no longer supportive. Anyway, even though I walk, I'm very slow. Chris was the only one patient enough to walk with me yesterday. When they all took off up Arthur's Seat, I walked back home alone around Calton Hill and up the London Road to Leith Street. It was nice. Remember we used to park the van along this street when we stayed in the Cairn Hotel (and I think you older kids - and Sergene - stayed in the Cairn Hotel too, before we had a luggage van). This time John, Chris, and I stayed there one night before moving into the new youth hostel.