A Little Hebrew

I speak Hebrew. Just a little. I've taken 5 semesters of it at BYU and absolutely love the language. For the class I'm in this semester, we made a video for our final. It's full of lot's of vocabulary and inside jokes. The plot is simple, but it makes us laugh.

Take a look (there are english subtitles if you turn them on).

My Husband is My Hero

Last night, we saw a mouse in our apartment. It was 11:30 at night. I was already tired and worn out from a long day, behind on several things that had to be done before I went to bed, and this furry little addition put me over the edge. I was passed the ability to act rationally and started to cry.

My dear husband offered to run to the store to buy some mouse traps and other pest eliminating things. I didn't want to be left behind with the possibility of seeing that little guy running across the kitchen floor again, so Chris patiently bundled me up, drove us to Walmart, left the car running and warm while he ran inside to buy a few things, and then gently put me to bed as soon as we came home while he set up the mouse catching/pest control things he had bought.

What a man! What a hero!

He's my favorite.

By the way, he also checked to make sure no mouse was in the kitchen this morning when I was too scared to leave the bedroom.

This weekend Sarah celebrated four and a half years of performances in fabulous BYU Choirs. We had three performances of the annual Celebration of Christmas.

She'll be student teaching at Timberline Middle School next semester changing children's lives, so she won't be singing in a choir for now. What's clear, though, if you've ever heard her sing, is that she has become a sensitive, profoundly artistic musician with a beautiful voice. Perhaps more importantly, she has a gift for recognizing truth in music, and bringing spirit to the things that she performs. I'm grateful for all that she has taught me.

Dr. Ron Staheli, Sarah, me, and Rosalind Hall