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Today is our 41st anniversary!  I think that in this day and age that's something to brag about!  I have been so blessed to have Roy as my husband.  He is always thinking of others--including me.  He never fails to do the little things to make our marriage better (he fills my water glass at night, he makes dinner on the weekends, he takes me on vacations which he plans... I could go on).   We haven't done anything extra to celebrate, but we did go to Mexico 6 weeks ago, so I guess that counts.   For me this week was fairly uneventful, but we had some interaction with our grandchildren.   Beverly and Mav had picture day, but Elise forgot.  I think it's pretty cute anyway--it's good to look back and see how your kids were dressed most of the time.                   Mav and Bev are at the same pre-school     Camden is really growing.  He looks a little bit like his dad, I think.                                                                                               

It's been a good week with many blessings.  Glenn had surgery on Monday for his detached retina and all went well.  The doctor said that everything went as well as it possibly could have.  We are very grateful that this turned out well for him.  Roy had his 2nd cataract surgery and has recovered well, also. Christine and Steve came over for dinner Monday evening so that we could work on planning the Iceland trip.  I really enjoyed spending the time visiting with Christine. Yuli isn't old enough to grab at his eye patch, but she did like grandpa's shoulders.   Roy's selfie of his "Borg" look The ban at grandpa's assisted living facility is finally lifted and he was able to visit with and hold Nick's children.   Grandpa Verl with Avie, Effie, Ori, Camden and Nick He adored Camden and was amazed at how good he was. Roy and I also visited him yesterday.  He is doing pretty well for a guy who's "older than dirt." He seems to be doing better th

Addendum to last week: After having a day or two since posting my blog, I thought of a few things I wanted to add.   In our relief society announcements each week, a sister in the ward is spotlighted.  This week it was a lady by the name of T Smolevetz (since this is a blog I won't share her full name).  She has a very interesting story.  She was raised Catholic, and as a child she fell into a well and had her first experience with the Holy Ghost.  She said, "suburbs. I spent my youth playing in the woods, swinging on vines, and feeding wild animals, loving every minute of it. I totally became a country girl and even fell into an abandoned mine shaft filled with water which appeared as a mere puddle on the surface. The children I had been playing with all became frightened and ran away leaving me to my doom. That was the first time I can remember hearing "the voice" which, after I finally sunk beneath the muddy surface from exhaustion, gave me directions how to escap