Black Team: Hey, Gold!
Gold Team: Hey, What!
Black Team: Hey, Gold!
Gold Team: Hey, What!
Black Team: I said a Boom Chicka Boom!
Gold Team: I said a Boom Chicka Boom!
Black Team: I said a Boom Chicka Rocka Chicka Rocka Chicka Boom!
Gold Team: I said a Boom Chicka Rocka Chicka Rocka Chicka Boom!
repeat with Gold Team leading.
God loves His camp counselors and underpaid teenage swim coaches. They work hard all day long with other people's children, insist on good manners, teach them loud silly chants and cheers, and for the privelege of paying 1/3 of their pitiful salary in taxes they leave kids at the end of the summer with the kinds of memories that make summer what it is.
Today was Max's mock meet. For the mock meet the kids get to race against each other and it means nothing except that they get to establish a time to beat in the next meet. It doesn't reduce the kids' jitters. Max didn't do well. He was slow in the freestyle, so nervous in the breaststroke that he freaked and swam freestyle again, so worried about hitting his head in the backstroke that he gave up his lead (ahead of the only other kid still in the pool--the three other kids having finished and jumped out of the pool) to sail cautiously into the pool. But by golly he wasn't DQ'd! So that was an improvement over the first backstroke race of last season. And in butterfly -- well, we were just proud that he finished the race. Nobody under the age of 12 could really do that stroke.
This summer will probably not net Max any ribbons. Unlike last fall, he's not at the upper end of the age spread. Oh no, he's in the ten and unders which means that Max is at a disadvantage. The fifth graders are pretty fast.
But his attitude was great, I enjoyed the time we spent together, and in spite of his poor showing, I couldn't help but have a great time and feel so proud of him. Unfortunately, we missed the social event afterwards as I had an appointment at church and needed to get him home. We skiddadled on home, greeted our new babysitter (a boy!), grabbed the truck keys and ran over to church where we had a really nice talk with the new Bishop about renewing our vows. He explained that if we were both members -- well, mormons just don't do that sort of thing. But seeing as how we're not, he was more than happy to trudge with us to some nice scenic overlook and "marry" us again. He did want to explain the LDS outlook on eternal marriage and family after death and that sort of thing and I'm really glad he did because in addition to the opportunity to get all choked up about it, it led to a good discussion.
I really like this Bishop. He's good people.
So now we're in search of a beautiful place in State College to go recite those vows. Good day :)
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Yay for Max! My ds worries about hitting his head on the wall too. Half the time he'll stop and stand up when he thinks he's close. Sigh.....
Is the bishop you met with the same one who was a little cold when you called to ask for help unlaoding your moving van? If so, I'm happy to hear he's warmed up a bit!
Blessings,
Hillary
I look forward to the stories of your renewal ceremony. Pictures! Pictures!
~Diane
Actually, it's not the same Bishop. The very first day that I went to Sacrament meeting here, the stake president stood up after Sacrament and ushered in a new Bishopric. We'll assume that the last Bishop was a very nice man that I caught on a bad day. There are more than a few men in our ward who are former Bishops and I don't know which one is the one I spoke with -- so I have no prejudices :) I'm really just thrilled with the ward, actually.
I grew up in the shadow of the Washington D.C. temple. We lived there eleven years and I can remember vividly being very young and coming home from some Saturday or Sunday spent with my Dad and brother -- the street lights of the freeway near the temple casting shadows through the rear window of Dad's old yellow car. I remember seeing the temple lights at night against the white stone and the golden figure at the top.
It is still, to me, the most beautiful temple of all. I've never seen the inside. It's only a three-hour drive from here. That's not so far. But too far to go by myself. So when Chris wants to see it too, we'll go.
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