Where would our family be without my No. 2, my 8-year-old Aaron? He breathes heart and soul into our household. Tall stature is not in Aaron's future, but oh, his personality is large. He can be the orneriest (that ought to be a word) of ornery and he can be the sweetest of sweet. He is rowdy, yet contemplative; confident, talk talk talkative, adventurous. His pain tolerance is low, so very, very low, and he can howl like no other when he gets hurt. He is not afraid of a challenge, such as always wanting to play piano songs above his skill level or taking on the big and tough 4th-graders at tetherball. He is a natural leader; terrificly goofy; his moods and willingness/unwillingness to be nice frequently set the tone among his siblings. Aaron has a pure heart and a tender testimony of the gospel of Jesus Christ. He is forgiving of his mom's shortcomings, and won't even mind one bit that it took me two months after his birthday to post this on my blog. I love this spirited child of mine.
Thanks for keeping in touch. It's nice that you've sent me two letters in the last three days, even though I was only visiting for a week. I wonder if you'll send more? And those pictures you took of me! Not bad, even though I'm not smiling in them and my sunglasses are covering my eyes. I have to say, I never really gave Bethany Home Road and the I-17 much thought before your letters, but that is one happening place. It's like there is a paparazzo stationed there, just waiting to catch me out and about -- say, on my way to see my sister-in-law in Mesa, or my brother in Tucson -- tracking my every mile per hour. The part in each of the letters about owing you money... $181.50 per each, I believe it was. Well, that part we'll have to negotiate at a later date. If you're really serious about that, you'll need to send someone to my house to properly explain. I choose not to take letters in the mail too seriously.
Well, thanks again. I still like you and am glad you haven't forgotten me. Provo City sends me mail asking for money, too, but that's because I use electricity and sewer and stuff. Their mail never includes a personalized photo.
See one of your hired hands soon? We live under the "Y." You can't miss it.
P.S. -- You're welcome for all the tourist tax dollars I spent... IN JULY. xoxo