You know how some days are pretty much perfect? Friday was one of those.
Around lunchtime I headed over to the Air and Space Museum to meet up with Bryn, who I haven’t seen since we moved away from Lexington 3.5 years ago.
It was a lovely walk. Spring has finally arrived and, per usual, it is glorious.Oh man. I can’t put into words how awesome it was to see Bryn. Turns out she is one of those friends you can instantly reconnect with, even after years apart. She was with her now-very-grown-up daughter on a school trip and kindly took time to just sit and chat. It seriously felt like one of the many Sunday nights we sat at her kitchen table and talked.Bryn always felt very much like an older sister to me. From watching her, I learned about how to be a wife (still a pretty new thing to then-21-year-old me) and mother (yet down the road) and friend. Kentucky was a defining time for Jason and me. We could have spent twenty months isolated and waiting to move on to our next stage of life, but instead we were welcomed into a community. From the Thompsons, DuBravacs, Laytons, Oswalds, and other good Bluegrass friends we learned to rely on each other and build a life anywhere.
The Thompsons also taught us how to play Settlers of Catan, which has clearly had a major impact on our life.
Bryn brought along this gem from a Sunday night strawberry shortcake operation. Kind of makes me want to cut my hair short again. I was so young.I was so grateful to see Bryn and hope we can get together again soon (definitely before another 3.5 years go by). Thank goodness for good friends.
I left work a little early and headed to the temple. Since Jason was still at work, I rode up with Lara and Trevor. In spite of traffic, we made it in time for the session (and had a few minutes to spare to take pictures of the temple against that incredible sky).Monica, one of my favorite people in the world, is going on a mission to Ecuador in June and was going to the temple for the first time. I was touched that she invited me to come along. She is a special girl and will be an amazing missionary. It was such a sweet experience to be in the temple with so many people who love and support her.
Can you see how happy the temple makes us? I couldn’t be prouder of Monica, but I am definitely going to miss her for the next eighteen months!!I couldn’t help thinking about my Grandpa Henderson in the temple. He’s not doing so great health-wise–to be expected of a 95-year-old–and I know the DC temple was special to him.
We drove home at sunset and Jason was waiting for me with the oven preheated for our Friday night pizza. We spent the evening watching Sherlock and eating saltwater taffy and generally enjoying being together, as we always do. I couldn’t ask for a better Friday.