On Monday, March 18th, we celebrated.
(Yes, I inadvertently put an extra place-setting on the table. I've had a hard time adjusting over the past few years to the ever-changing number-of-place-settings-needed. Obviously.)
We celebrated Britta's birthday - a bit delayed.
(Snapped this in the process of lighting those 22 candles.)
It was great to have her and Austin here so close to her birthday.
And we celebrated the 1-year mark (to the day) of Bill serving as the Bishop of our ward.
I'm not sure if it's necessarily appropriate to celebrate. Bill has managed and handled the change in his life (in addition to building a business from scratch) most gracefully. I, on the other hand, am still in the counting-down-thedays months year(s) mode. It has been more challenging than I had imagined.
I listened to an interview of Elder and Sister Bednar on the Mormon Channel the other day (per suggestion from my good friend Rebecca, who's been-there-done-that). Sister Bednar mentioned a time when her husband had been serving as a Stake President, and she had been keeping track of the hours he was away, feeling that he wasn't spending enough time at home. Missing him. Wanting him there. She then said that gradually (I emphasize gradually because I am still working on it) she learned to support him with a happy and grateful attitude. I've been in the hour-counting mode. I've felt frustrated when Bill is called away in the middle of time I thought was mine/ours/the family's. I am celebrating each year of service, not necessarily because it was a great year, but because it's one year closer to his release.
I hope that changes. I hope I can continue to work on myself. When Bill was called, our Stake President told us this was a chance for us to practice. Being more celestial. Living the law of consecration. I had no idea how hard that would be.
It was great to have her and Austin here so close to her birthday.
And we celebrated the 1-year mark (to the day) of Bill serving as the Bishop of our ward.
I'm not sure if it's necessarily appropriate to celebrate. Bill has managed and handled the change in his life (in addition to building a business from scratch) most gracefully. I, on the other hand, am still in the counting-down-the
I listened to an interview of Elder and Sister Bednar on the Mormon Channel the other day (per suggestion from my good friend Rebecca, who's been-there-done-that). Sister Bednar mentioned a time when her husband had been serving as a Stake President, and she had been keeping track of the hours he was away, feeling that he wasn't spending enough time at home. Missing him. Wanting him there. She then said that gradually (I emphasize gradually because I am still working on it) she learned to support him with a happy and grateful attitude. I've been in the hour-counting mode. I've felt frustrated when Bill is called away in the middle of time I thought was mine/ours/the family's. I am celebrating each year of service, not necessarily because it was a great year, but because it's one year closer to his release.
I hope that changes. I hope I can continue to work on myself. When Bill was called, our Stake President told us this was a chance for us to practice. Being more celestial. Living the law of consecration. I had no idea how hard that would be.
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