Mr. Holland's Opus

FAMILY!

So Kali and I have the pleasure of announcing that we get to be part of the small group that gets to perform the musical number for our District's fireside.
The one at which ELDER HOLLAND is speaking!

Not only is he my personal tennis partner (long story there if you don't know it... ask my mama, she loves to tell it), but we get to add to the spirit brought by an apostle of the Lord with our song! Oh wowie wowie wow wow!

Needless to say we're stoked out of our minds. That's October 24th, folks. We're practicing real hard-like and will be singing a masterful arrangement of "Master the Tempest is Raging."
Weeeee! (also, remember how we're going to the Sea of Galilee next month? Just sayin...)

On another note, isn't Kali a beautiful person? She inspires me to such heights I'm not sure I can really reach them. Sinai's nothing compared. I feel so lucky to have my childhood sweetheart and oldest, dearest friend next to me while I experience the experience of my life.
Seriously?
She's a really good blogger too, huh?
I've decided I'm just going to leave all the substantive stuff to her and I'll post pretty pictures and lame puns.

Hey, teamwork, yeah?
I love you guys.

p.s. Also we went to a jazz concert last night (the center holds awesome concerts for the community and we get to go when they're not sold out) with a pianist and clarinetest. Clarinet player? Anyhow, it was sweet. Ragtime, Gershwin, Bernstein. (Mother, that woman played an original medley of West Side Story that BLEW my MIND. You would've been proud of how obsessed with it I was)

p.p.s. I know there's a place for us. With abundant bandwith and uploading capacity to spare. Peace and quiet and open air. Someday, Somehow, Somewhere (You see, I'm joking here. That's a take on "Somewhere" from West Side Story. It's funny). I will find this place and you will see SO many pictures and hear so many stories you'll beg me to stop.

LOVE YOU AGAIN!
Banana

Home is where the heart is.

Dearest Family,


I think I am as ungrateful to be here as is possible or remotely acceptable. It's incredible that from across the world... I can still feel close enough to you all to feel your pain and sorrows. I wish SO badly that for the next week I could be there with you all... if not for you- but for my own needs.





I was thinking last night, as someone told me they were sorry for my "loss"- that "loss" seems like an innappropriate description of our current experience. Rather, I am choosing to deem this as a "transition". Loss is not applicable to Grandpa. He is ours for eternity if we do our part.





I am SO grateful to know that families can be together forever- and to have the opportunity to be with you all for all time and for all eternity. I intend to do everything in my power and through that of Christ to see Grandpa again. I have found so much peace and comfort in the knowledge of and the healing power of Christ's Atonement. Thank you for being so wonderful and mindful of even me.

I'm assuming and hoping that my heart is over there with you guys- because it feels like it's been ripped out of my chest and isn't here anymore.