This morning Gracie was whining and complaining because she didn’t want to watch General Conference and Rachel didn’t want the kids just playing in the toy room and fighting the whole time. Gracie was getting pretty dramatic about it. Just before it started the doorbell rang. It was a beehive girl in the ward. She dropped off 3 packets that had a conference activity book, bingo game, and a pack of M&M’s. It was seriously so cool! There was a little note from the Beehive group saying "we hope you enjoy general conference." I was not only impressed that they did the project but they were out delivering them in cold, windy, snowy weather. Seriously, it was really cool. Gracie saw them and got really excited. Gehrig was excited too. We didn’t have a problem keeping them in the room after that. Gracie was listening for words fill up her bingo card with her M&M and Gehrig was coloring in his workbook and drawing his favorite apostle, Elder Uchtdorf. Those young women really saved us! I think even Rachel really enjoyed it. There was a page for each apostle and activities to do while they were speaking. She used Nolan’s packet and followed along and made notes in it. It really was not just for kids I guess!

Conference was great. I love Conference weekend. It seems like I get so much personal revelation. As I listen to the talks I try to pay attention to impressions I get. Sometimes I think of things that are not really related to the talks being given, but I get impressions to take action.

For example, tonight while I was listening to Elder Eyring in Priesthood Session, I got the impression that I should take Sam (my 18 year old brother-in-law) out to lunch. So after the meeting I texted him and set it up. So we are going to have lunch. He probably thinks its weird that I just invite him to lunch out of the blue and probably thinks I have some kind of agenda. I don’t really. I just want to talk with him and hang out with him. I have a sense he is struggling. He’s nearing graduation and I know it can be a hectic time in one’s life.