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Wednesday, February 9, 2005

Last Night


Melanie wrote: Went to the Temple last night with a bunch of youth. I sure hope that I was more reverent than some of our youth. They have us wait in the chapel while others are doing the work, then cycle them through. They can get really rowdy. Braden is always good, but he gets ostracized because of it. I wish that boys would allow boys to be good without making them feel like they are weird because they are good. It annoys me. It was a good night. We have over thirty young women, and most of them were in attendance. I was a little upset that my Laurels weren't there, but then two of them showed up later. They had gotten stuck in traffic. It gets pretty bad on some nights. We were in traffic for two hours in December, just because of Christmas time shoppers. It normally take me about 45 minutes to get to the temple from my house. 

The assistant to the President spoke to us last night. He talked of symbols in the temple and in our religion. It was lost on some of the younger ones, but the adults and some of the older ones got it.

Mikaela is home for the morning. She has to go in for a sonogram. She is having problems with lactose intolerance and they just want to make sure that the stomach aches she is having aren't related to anything else. She also has to see a gastroenterologist next Thursday. They will have her drink milk and then breathe into a mask. The mask will trap the gases from her breath, and from that they will be able to tell if she is lactose intolerant. That is a big step from having to save all her bms and take them to the lab within twenty minutes, to have them do testing. I like the new technology! I will keep you informed when I get the test results.

Talk with you later. 

Melanie


Myrna wrote: I guess you know that Julie told us about our little princess, Mikaela, and we are praying for her. We love you all very much. If I lived in town I would try to help. Of course, you are like AnnMarie and Julie and you would probably just do it yourself anyway.

Hang in there!

Love, Mom

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