Got to be a part of my niece's wedding Saturday. What a spiritually moving event. Sitting in the temple I love to drink in the Spirit. It was a joy to spend time with all of my family--they are a treasure to me in every sense of the word. The wedding was in Highland, and I got to travel there with my brother, who had flown in from Denver, and parents. What a treat.
On the way (there or back, can't remember), my brother and I were discussing many things, and I don't recall what we were talking about when all of a sudden he said, "Cumet de Fois." I asked him, "What does that mean?" He looked at me funny. It was then I realized that he said, "Kewmit the Fwog." He really doesn't speak French. :)
Other hilarious moments included his retelling of my sister and me folding clothes as part of our chores, then pointing to a pile of freshly-folded linens and asking, "Is that Gomer's pile?" Jesse related that story and I burst out laughing, just at the pure silliness of it all, but then it got better--apparently we referred to Jesse as "Gomer" growing up, and it was his pile of clothes we would point to. I had no memory of that, but it still makes me laugh. Poor youngest brother who had nothing but older sisters to pester and smother him. I'm shocked he turned out so well.
Another was when Jesse used the term, "decidedly odd." If that doesn't tell you something about my brother, I'm afraid you'll never understand. I love that guy immensely.
Cumet de Fois!
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Stop it. I'm blushing! Seriously, we had some good times on Saturday. Thanks to Heidi and Isaac for being the catalysts.
I so enjoy laughing with family, and we were able to do that in spades over the weekend. We need an update on how our "hi-up" specialist is handling his new responsibilities. I demand a blog!
On a more somber note, I just read your previous post for the first time. Ugh. We'll be thinking of you.
I just keep thinking of how many more nieces and nephews we have to get married, so the party can continue for a long, long time. And thank you for reminding me of the "hi-up" specialist! How could I forget that? Hilarious. I shall also exert pressure for a blog.
Oh, and about the surgery, it's all good. I'm finally feeling peaceful about the decision. And Beth will be here to "hold my hand and make sure there is NO laughing." But thank you so much for your thoughts.
xoxo
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