Everything was beautiful. Some of the pieces the choir sang this time were astounding.
Thank you, my friend, Jan, who sang. I was moved to happy, happy tears to see you there.
We had all three meals both days and I didn’t have to do anything hard. That was a miracle, and I was able to focus on conference, not food.
There was a terrific windstorm which really started picking up during Priesthood session. That added a little excitement to our day.
My best friend from college had her baby one hour after the last session. So beautifully sweet, because Joy was born on a conference Sunday, too.
I came with questions, and most were answered. The ones that weren’t were not unanswered, just
“it’s not time to know that yet because you would probably explode from being completely overwhelmed with life if you knew those answers right now.”
So, I was good with that.
I learned some things about myself that needed changing–and while this may come as a shocker to all who know me–I found out that I need to repent. About stuff.
So, I am good with that, too.
Overall, it was great. The kids were great. I did not prepare for conference the usual way, looking for fun or cute ideas that I can never pull off successfully, and I wasn’t doing the candy/treat/tailgate party thing…so preparing for conference this year was purely spiritual, and although it seemed like a lost cause at the time….
[Me: Okay, we're going to watch a conference talk to keep preparing for conference!]
[Them: Is it going to be the twenty minute one or the ones from Mormon Messages that only last five minutes? Please let it be the five minute version!]
[Me: Nope, the whole talk. Okay, listen because there are going to be questions...]
[Them: Yea. Do we have anything to eat?]
[Cue nearly three year old running in the room having gotten into raw chocolate and bouncing off the walls....]
That really happened, by the way.
But, somehow, in this crazy, mixed up house, it actually worked, and conference was the most enjoyable ever.
And you know, I think I even began to understand the true meaning of Conference this time:
It came without ribbons or candy or tags!
It came without bingo, or packets, or bags!
And she puzzled and puzzed, till her puzzler was sore.
Then Mom thought of something she hadn’t before!
“Maybe Conference,” she thought, “doesn’t come from craft stores.
Maybe Conference… perhaps… means a little bit more.”
Even with three children under the age of five, two “teenagers…”
(we don’t believe in that word in our house…I don’t believe there is any such thing. I always tell my young men and young women that “teenager” is not real, but a social construct, blah, blah, blah…I am guessing the “blah, blah, blah” is what they sometimes hear...)
…and some other ages thrown in for plot twists.
I should also add that they had to deal with last trimester mom and tired dad, too.
But, it was really great!
We actually heard President Monson’s last address regarding contention without having any!!!!
THAT IS A MIRACLE.
Also, here is one of my favorite things I need to remember daily–and I mean DAILY–at least until the end of my pregnancy and post-pregnancy season:
So, hooray for us and hooray for all of you who had a great weekend of spiritual feasting!
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