Why can't every Sunday be stake conference?

I don't think I've ever loved stake conference the way I did this past Sunday.  Awesome talks, you ask?  Actually, yes, one of the Saturday night talks was exactly what I needed to hear at that given moment.  It changed the way I think and pray about something that has been pressing on my mind.  The Sunday speakers, Presidents Eyring and Packer included, did not disappoint, either.

It wasn't only the talks that made me want to repeat stake conference over and over again, however.  It was getting to be with my husband between the hours of 7am and 3pm on a Sunday, almost start to finish.  That hasn't happened in quite some time.  We ate breakfast together, we got the kids ready together, (I wish I could say we drove to church together, but he had to be there a little early so I got to figure out how to get a kid with a cast on his foot into church during pouring rain without getting the cast wet while holding a baby, a gigantic, 2 hours-worth-of-stuff church bag, and a giant umbrella to cover all four of us), we wrestled and entertained the kids at church together, we went home together, we fixed and ate lunch together, we put kids down for naps together, and we relaxed together.  Talk about glorious.

A few shots from later that afternoon when we were all enjoying a little Sabbath downtime:




Pretty typical, Millie with a book and Stephen with a remote

 



The gimp playing some Rummikub with me

 



And then there's Eli... I mean, Annakin, as we were corrected several times that day

 



I took these, the boots that is--not the gloves, off after getting home from church, and he discovered his new favorite costume

 



Maybe Millie's been a brute all along.  Look at this shot I found from a year ago.

  p.s. I promise to start having Stephen take some photos with me in them.  I'm realizing how sadly absent I am from my own blog!