If You Give a Mom a Moment: One Last Time

Thursday, July 17

One Last Time

Monday, we went to Ada Hayden one last time. (We tried to go to Ledges State Park that evening, but it was still closed due to flooding.) Tuesday, we went to Reiman Gardens one last time. Yesterday, we went swimming in our clubhouse pool one last time. Last night was my last Young Women's activity in this ward. Today we're going to the fish park. It's a week full of "one last time"s.

The activity was a goodbye activity for me. We played games and ate treats, and they had a cute bag that they all signed for me to remember them by. I only teared up once.

Thank you girls, for all of the fun and the memories we created! And thanks for the cute bag. Now I have something that will remind me of you and of my special time in Iowa every time I use it!

Oh, and we got our Honda back last night! It's only been a month, but it's finally back to looking as good as...well...eight years old.

5 people wanted to leave a comment:

Megan and Jon said...: Sad to have one last times but you will get to Utah and will have alot of first times, FUN...
Your last post was so cute I don't know Christian very well and that let me into her personality alot to think he would Karoke..; July 17, 2008 at 9:15 AM
Britt said...: You must feel good to know that so many people will miss you when you leave!; July 17, 2008 at 11:11 AM
Liz said...: How sad, What some good memories you have made there though. I am sure you will be missed!!

liz; July 17, 2008 at 11:34 PM
Adrienne said...: I'm glad to see through all the craziness you are taking time to go to all your favorite places one last time. What good memories you will have of Iowa.; July 18, 2008 at 8:54 AM
Jessie said...: Aw, what sweet "one last times". We did that too, but I was too numb to appreciate the last times. If we ever make it back there (please, Louie, finish), then we'll have to do them again.; July 18, 2008 at 10:40 AM

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