Yesterday we got to talk to our favourite missionary!

We had a few problems figuring out logistics, since Logan is in New Jersey, I'm in Lethbridge, and the rest of the fam is back in the Homeland. Plus, in his last email, Elder Froc told us the time difference was three hours, and after waiting 45 minutes for him to call, we finally looked it up and figured out it was only two.

And then, we were all going to skype, but we couldn't figure out how to get everyone on. In the end, Logan just phoned the landline, they put it on speaker, and then I skyped to the iPad at home. Phew. It was a gong show at first, but was so much fun!

A couple months ago, Benton was invited to go to a youth conference in Calgary by some family friends. I was not-so-secretly jealous, mostly because of who the key speakers were. I mean, Stephanie Nielson is basically Mormon royalty, and Hank Smith? Hank Smith in the Froc home is probably about as close to idol worship as we'll ever get. Between my family and myself, I'm pretty sure we have every talk of his on CD, and we quote them all. the. time.

The end of the school year always feels a bit shocking. 

Sometimes when I'm having a harder day and need a little bit of extra love, I look for heart-shaped rocks. It might sound dumb, but I see them as little signs from God that He still cares. I always feel better when I see one.
Weirdly, there was no one else in the park that day, so I got the whole beach to myself. As I walked along the river's edge, the words of one of my favourite songs came to mind.

I spotted some crocuses in our yard a couple days ago. Surprise! So. Even though the snow shovels are still sitting on the front step (just in case), I'm officially declaring it spring.

I love you all.