Well, I know you’re all just dying to know “where is Teresa!?” Where am I, you ask! (or aren’t asking) But alas; I am recovering. What a weekend, and it has seeped into my week.

First of all, the weddings. Well - they we’re beautiful. As usual, there were a few glitches, as there always are. My timing was off, which meant I had to miss the ceremony of one of the brides, and a good friend. This is not the first time this has happened, and I am sure it won’t be the last. With four kids and all that goes into the planning, there is no time for “timing” errors. But being as very imperfect as I am, this happens. Sometimes things just take longer than you think. So here’s a tip, always plan for EXTRA time! Here is a photo of the cake at the Alpine Art Center. I can not find my camera, so the bridal party flowers will have to been see later.

And here are the photos from the Thanksgiving Point Wedding. I think they all turned out beautiful. As you can see, they were VERY different weddings. That’s the joy of this job, everyone is so unique. I love it.

The colors at this wedding were so dark and rich. It was

really fun to work with the flowers and cake colors.

What else you ask? Three straight days of weddings couldn’t have really thrown, yeah – even ME, off that much? Oh, there’s more.

On Sunday, Peter and I we’re called into the bishops office to give me a new calling. One that I have no idea how I will be able to find the time to do. How I will ever live up to being “that kind of person.” One that I hope people don’t have too high of expectations for me. But, I will give it my best and look very forward to ALL I have to learn. (BTW, Enrichment Counselor in RS, in case your wondering) Which, trust me, is a lot. Number one lesson to learn for Teresa: Keep your big mouth shut. Not just in divulging people’s private info, because I don’t think I have a problem with this. Just my overall chattiness and random conversations about this and that. As you may or may not have noticed, I am a chatter. (As my good friend, Steph Johanson once said, who is as much of a chatter as myself: “I am NOT a chatter.” We say these things to make us feel better, but really, we all know that truth. We like to go to “lunch”, we are always in the hall, talking at church. We take extra long at the grocery store, because we have found someone to chat with. You know, a chatter.”)

Anywho, something I really need to work on.

And then of course, Roo had her friend birthday party yesterday. We had a tea party. Everyone came in dress up, we served bologna and cheese heart shaped sandwiches. We had pink strawberry milk, for tea. Pink marshmallows, fruit snacks and a pink cup cake for dessert. Does someone like pink? The moms made tutu’s while the girls played, so the girls all went home with a tutu. (again, those tutu’s were very easy and cute!) With a lost camera, I had my sweet friend Aimee take photos. So, when I get those, I’ll have to post them.

And last, but not least, we are having a neighborhood Fall Party in our yard on Saturday. Whew! I can hardly keep up. But, it’s fun, and being involved makes me feel more at home here on this foreign planet called Utah. Our ship landed here over eight years ago, and it is beginning to feel more like home. Washington stopped feeling like home a while ago. With my house I grew up in torn down, no family there, and everything changing so very much, it’s really fun to visit. But I almost feel like a foreigner there now. Like a woman without a country. But, more and more I am beginning to feel like this is home now. It is my children’s home, the only place they have ever known. And little by little, my heart moves here in small pieces. I imagine that someday I will be sad to leave. But for now, I am still “moving in”.