Dear Kids,
         There’s a blizzard howling outside, but we’re cozy and warm. We’re happy for the snow, even though it has come really late this year. I’m not thinking about spring at all any more.
         Yesterday afternoon Dad and I went to the wedding for Scott and Stephanie’s adopted daughter, Christina. I’m sure she doesn’t even know who we are, and come to think of it, we never did greet the bride and groom, but I really wanted to see Katie, and any of my other sisters who might be there. We sat together–Dad and I, and Jane and Joe, and Nancy, and Katie. You know, how the old people sit together at weddings, on the sidelines. (Katie pointed out that we were the oldest people there.) We talked about our health problems. And there was a nice dinner. Oh, yes, and we talked to Scott and Stephanie, who I hardly would have recognized. They’ve both lost more than 100 pounds . . . Scott way more. They both look really good.
          I talked to Sharon this week, and I was wondering if Lucy is still interested in being baptized in the Provo River. Sharon said, absolutely! She’s telling all her friends she’s going to be baptized in a river. I talked to the lady who owns the property there, and she’s delighted to have us come and use her pavilion. I guess they’ve had a lot of baptisms there. I heard about one kid who had a rope tied around him so he wouldn’t be swept away, when the water was high. It won’t be high in July. Anyway, the date is July 28, in the evening, after the Allen reunion at Riverwoods Park. What a great day that will be!
         Dad and I are still keeping the doctors busy. I saw my hand doctor, but he can’t do anything to help me at this point. The places where he operated for trigger finger are still OK, so it’s other tendons farther out on my fingers that are making them lock up. It’s not bad enough yet for him to see exactly where the problems are. So I have to wait on that. Meanwhile, I have an appointment tomorrow with a "bum" doctor. I’ve had a lot of pain and bleeding, and I’m more than a little worried. I hope it won’t turn out to be anything serious.
         We think about all of you, all the time, even though we don’t talk as much as I’d like to. I hope you’re all doing great.
         Love, Mom