The last time Spencer dropped out of school I told him, "Don't ever talk to me about school again. I love you the way you are. No more school!" When he decided to go back to school, he told me just as church was about to begin so that I could not kill him. It took me two weeks before I could even talk about it. When I did I said, "You are on your own! Don't ask me to make dinner. Don't ask me to get the kids out of the house. Don't ask me to proof a paper. If you want to go to school, you figure it out. I've given all I'm giving to your schooling. And if you ever graduate, I will throw a huge party and invite everyone we've ever known to attend."
I'm sorry to admit it, but I was true to my word. No help.
But we had a great party last night! A woman from our single's ward, a couple from the first ward we attended when we were married, a family from the ward we attended when we first came back to Utah, a couple of families from our ward in Magna, family members, co-workers, and current ward and stake friends came to celebrate with us last night. We thank you all for being such wonderful friends! We love you!
(Pictures are on a slide show to the right.)
See you in two years when it's Taylor's turn...
Sunday, June 28, 2009