I love conference weekend. When I was a child I didn't feel the same way. Now that I am a mom I seriously need the recharge every six months! The power was off most of the night and it didn't come back on until a couple of hours before conference started. We are used to less than perfect weather on conference weekend. As the saying goes "When the saints meet, the heavens weep" but I think this year the heavens must have a had a snowball throwing competition. This is what we woke up to...
After a hop, skip, and jump up the ladder (no NOT by me), all of the snow was removed from the satellite dish and our TV was ready for the fun to begin. We didn't have many traditions when I was growing up, but there is one that will probably go on for generations.
We always eat rolled pancakes at conference time. Strawberries in April and peaches in October. My dad would get up early every year and start making crepes. Now the tradition has been passed down to myself and brothers and sister, and I must say that my children approve!
Holding church in your pajamas is so wonderful. Usually I require my kids to get dressed after the first session ends at noon. Somehow Isabelle made it all the way to 4:00 in her pajamas! William was mesmerized by the choir. And Isabelle kept saying "I just love stake conference, I just love hearing the prophet!" She also told me "Mom I love you more than anyone, except I love Jesus more than you, is that okay?" Yes, yes, that is fine by me!
Conference as always was so uplifting. It gave me more than a few things I need to work at and improve on. I love the kind and gentle reminders to reach higher and be better.
Counting down the weeks until October...
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