22 years!

22 years of marriage yesterday!

It was a glorious day with church cleaning, hot-tubbing, ate at home with friends from El Salvador, and what I wanted to hike at Mt Charleston. The wind was strong and the trees at the top were half dead, but beautiful:

Claire is still in Cambodia building classrooms for children in Battambang. She's also visited Siem Reap, an elephant sanctuary, Angkor Wat, the Killing Caves, and will have a stop-over in Singapore, and San Fransisco. She doesn't have a phone, but we've been following her adventures on Instagram. We do know that she has a bacterial skin infection bc they aked permission to give her antibiotics AND she wrote us a letter (which I assume was done at gunpoint since writing letters isn't her thing) in which she said she hasn't eaten nor pooped in a few days, and that she hopes that "your other children made Father's Day bearable without me."

Sybil is taking advantage of the swimming season and forces us to rate all of her dives. 

She often tells me that she's my boss.

Iris went to Zion's Youth last week which is an orchestra camp. She's also been working on algebra for summer school. And this is a flare-up of vitiligo that she wears with pride: 

Sybil is currently trying to dye her hair with a marker; Zoe doesn't approve:

Today we went to Grace's farewell. It was so beautiful--the spirit was strong.

We went to our ward after and I spoke with a woman whose 18 year old daughter is investigating the church. I talked to her about the transformative power of the missionary work.