After his temple trip last week, Matthew wrote a poem (sung as an extra verse to the primary song):
I love to see the temple
I went inside today.
I did my Father's work
Tuesday, the tenth of May.
For the temple is always so great
I can't wait to go again.
As I traveled home I felt the love
from God and from these great men.
(The last line refers to those pictured in last week's photo.)
Monday, our district was planning on going down to Gator Country. There, apparently you can hold alligators, see some shows, and other cool stuff. Then we got a call from the missionaries who live near there, and they said that it was raining down there. Apparently when it rains, they don't hold the said shows, and the gators aren't out nearly as much. So, we instead just went to the church and played volleyball like every other P-day. Which honestly I'm fine with.
Matthew wrote on a day where I awoke at 4AM to a power outage and had to trudge through deep snow(!) to switch the house over to battery. By noon we had 14" on the ground. He, on the other hand, woke up to 70 degrees -- soon raised to upper 70's & rain -- and isn't anxious for summer!
Friday was April Fool's Day. I got up a few minutes early, and waited for President Ross to come in. Normally, he comes in at 6 am, sings to us to wake us up, then we go on a short walk with him. This time, in observation of the holiday, I screamed to scare him when he came in. The result was far better than I imagined. He screamed and jumped, then we were hanging onto each other, trying not to fall over from laughing so hard.