Elder Sweetpea Home!

So I posted this on my redhead blog but wanted to put it up here special too...with a picture.


Today my younger brother returned home from serving a two year mission for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints.

As he came striding down the terminal, my mom and I began gleefully jumping up and down (yes, also clapping and screaming) while grandma stood on the sidelines shaking her head - apparently she doesn't want to claim us. Anyway, I saw coming down the escalator, a man I had never seen before, a man who had just accomplished something spectacular and he was glowing to prove it.

Just hearing him speak, you can tell how much he has grown. I'm sure he could go on for hours listing all the things he learned on his mission and how many ways he's changed physically, emotionally, spiritually not to mention all the lives he has touched. Of all the many wonderful things a mission does, changing the missionary is one of the most impressive. I myself have never served a full time mission and have often wondered what this kind of selfless sacrifice might have done for me. It takes a certain type of person to accept the intense commitment a mission requires and I never really had faith enough in myself for it. But there he is, standing with pure confidence in front of me, my little brother demonstrating what willingness to give in pure service is, and with that sparkling smile everyone knows he served well.

I recently had a discussion with a good friend about what it means to be a man. Despite my continual protests and shameless jabs, I walked away with an understanding that only the individual can decide when he truly is a man. Other people can sternly tell you, "you are now a man," but it is only when the boy himself walks the bridge to claim his manhood that it becomes real. Without question, a mission is one of the most difficult bridges but my brother crossed it, and he is now a man.

This is not the first of my family to serve a mission and it will certainly not be the last, but with each experience comes even more respect and appreciation for both my family and my church. Two years ago we sent off a 19 year old boy with a brand new suit and an eager heart and today he came home with 30 more pounds and an overflowing spirit of new wisdom and love. I stand in awe of him today, for who he is, for what he has done and for standing strong in faith. Even more, I stand in awe for his ability to do it all with such grace and then to still walk with the humility to ask what more he can do.

I love my brother. I often tell people he is the male version of me (minus the red hair), which I have always felt to be true and certainly explains our great relationship. Today, he is more than that - he is also a man and for his extraordinary example of strength I could not be more grateful.

Rubin and Ed

The other day "you've got to admit that... (I don't remember what had to be admitted)" was said and it made me think of Stephanie's favorite movie, Rubin and Ed. :) "You've got to admit that your cat's dead. You have to admit that." I even looked it up online, and apparently it's a cult classic. On imdb.com someone from Milwaukee, or Minnesota, or one of those "M" places somewhere east of where I live had put a comment on there saying it was a must see movie and great if you have a quirky sense of humor, and some other stuff. It also had some of the famous quotes, so I thought I'd share this lovely memory with y'all so you could go back and watch it whenever you happen to come across a copy of Rubin and Ed.
"My cat can eat a whole watermelon!"

Traveling

So with the weather warming up to the sixties on a good day I've been getting out a bit more.  On May tenth I got up bright and early and drove to Madison to meet up with my parents and Rachel.  We all piled into one car and made our way to Northern Iowa.  Over the last few years my dad has been working on finishing his bachelor's degree at one of Upper Iowa University's satellite schools.  His graduation ceremony was held on the original campus, hence our commute.  It was a lovely school and the ceremony was nice.  There was an emphasis on encouraging students to be global citizens, I thought it was an appropriate topic.  It's been nice to live close enough to take part in special experiences with my family.  Here's a collage my mom put together of the day. 

 

 

Jason worked Memorial Day so I headed out to Madison again and went kayaking with my mom and sister Emily.  We didn't take cameras due to the whole water thing, but it was a blast.  We saw frogs, turtles and lots of fish while out on the lakes.  We worked our way through a chain of lakes and had a good time.  The wind in the middle of the lakes reminded Emily and I of our Boundary waters experience.  It reinforced my affinity for kayaks though, they really are fun to be in. 

 

On Saturday of Memorial weekend Jason actually had the day off so we hiked and picnicked at a beach along Lake Michigan and then went on a tour of the Sprecher brewery.  They are a microbrewery in Glendale that makes fantastic root beer soda and several other sodas.

 

Jason and I just got back from an overnight trip to the Twin Cities to look for apartments.  We kind of covered everything from old and dumpy college apartments to "luxury" living, that wasn't really luxury.  In the end we found a modest apartment we both like that will be quiet, warm and a 5-10 minute walk to Jason's work and the grocery store.  I'll be busing or driving to school, but it's not impossibly far and fortunately the bridge collapse will not impact the exit I need to take to get to school.

 

In other news, my painting class is over.  I really enjoyed it and feel like I learned much more than I expected to.  In the realm of arts I also made a music connection with one of my patients.  He has two pianos and invited me over for four-handed, two piano duets.  (I got to play on their baby grand Steinway - yes I was loving it!)  We got together at the end of May and had a great time playing various duets including some great Brahms waltzes I was not familiar with.  He and his wife are really great people I have enjoyed getting to know.  Playing duets on two pianos was a new experience for me, it really changes the type of music that can be played.  We're hoping to get together at least once more before I move.