We got to Manti, checked into a motel bought pizza and fell into bed. We got up and dressed and went to the temple. It is always fun for me to see family and friends. Having lived my whole life away from family has been hard, but when we can see each other for whatever the reason its always good.

Whitney and Chris were sealed by his grandfather and it was a very special event.

We drove to Provo to collect things on our shopping lists, living on the rez you make lots of lists for the time when you might hit a city that actually has stores in it. We attended the brunch held at Noah’s near the point of the mountain. It was nice.

We delivered Rebecca’s gifts to James, he had mentioned he might come to the rez, but didn’t so we delivered to him. We picked up a manual to teach Family relations class in Many Farms in the new year and headed back to Noah’s for the reception.

Kimberly and John and Erin met us there. We got to visit and enjoy their company. It is always nice to hear how my children are doing and actually see that what they are telling me is basically true. I always worry about everyone, whether or not they need me to. Its just part of my job as mother, and it never ends no matter how old they get.

We drove to Moab after bidding our children good bye and spent the night and then got up the next morning and came back to the rez to return to our assignments.

Being at the reception last night helped solidify that son John will be getting married very soon. He and his fiance Erin are getting married in Manti, UT at the temple down there. The day will be filled with the temple sealing and a luncheon and, that evening, a reception at the Springville Museum of Art in Springville, UT. This is exciting and a little terrifying, all at the same. When you think about it, cousins getting married, and the way receptions and events come together, it is strange to think that a lot of small, individual, events have to merge at the right time for everything to be just right.

The reception, last night, was very nice. Seeing my brothers and sisters and their children, and having my own children with me, was fun. Having a son getting married means I get to see these people again.