Beware the Ides of March

(An attempt to finish my last belligerent blog which gets the family all the way home from the BYU Basketball Game in Provo and our visit to Rexburg, then moves on to include the trip Jim and I took to Utah last week for Amy’s wedding.)

While we were still in Rexburg (on our first trip back in the beginning of March) we walked around BYU-Idaho to check out all the nifty new stuff they’ve built.  The official name of this new building is The BYU-Idaho Center, but the students just call it the “Buick.”

 

And, I believe the landscaping can only get better.  I’ll let you know.  Jim and I are driving down in two weeks yet AGAIN, for another trip to Rexburg and Salt Lake when we drop Devin and Aubrey off for school and head over to the Family History Library for a week.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A big difference from the Hart Building they used to have devotionals in.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The other nifty thing we were looking for on campus was Cosette, Aubrey’s cousin and roommate last semester.  When Aubrey spotted her, everyone on campus knew it.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Are you picking up from the body language here that someone has missed someone else terribly?  This three-track system at BYU-Idaho does have its drawbacks.  Being put on a different track than your favorite people is just plain hard.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Aubrey was able to drag Cosette away from school for awhile to hang out with us.  We had to catch up on the latest with Mr. “U” and Mr. “W.”  We found out it is definitely Mr. “W”, (unofficially of course.)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I’ve only been hearing about this place since Dallin started school here many moons ago.  There’s something about being able to eat all the pizza you want that appeals to college students.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The pizza was good, but what was more fun was having everybody together – except for Dallin.  And did I ever hear some interesting escapades that I’d never heard about in my younger Mom years—may I rest in peace—I guess what you don’t know doesn’t hurt you – ignorance is bliss—and all that other nonsense.  The stories just kept coming and thankfully I could laugh about them now.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

One memory just led to another.  I was quite entertained when I wasn’t appalled.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The only problem about having so much fun together is that you can’t stay forever. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Happy couple.  Proud Mom.  Straight A students.  

 

OK.  Fast forward two weeks.

Another road trip.  Another 1,800 miles.  Another happy couple.  (For all the details and lots more pictures of Chris and Amy’s wedding, visit one of the many Walton blogs that abound.)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Amy Walton and Chris Silva – recently married in the Mt. Timpanogas Temple. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Supervision and total cuteness provided by some of Amy’s nieces and nephews.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Mr. Out-of-Focus doesn’t own a Nikon and is obviously not a Walton..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

It would be really really hard to say who is cuter. 

The temple ceremony was a wonderful experience and I was extremely touched and impressed with some things the sealer said.  One thing he said I'd never thought about was that you can’t really determine or choose how many children you are going to have, but you CAN choose how many children you are NOT going to have. 

Amy planned everything out so well. The family dinner and reception that night was in downtown Salt Lake at a very old but restored Salt Lake Hardware Building.  It had enough interesting “connections” to keep my husband in engineering paradise all night long.  The musical selection provided by Scott, Dan, Mike and Chris (Johnson), warning Chris (Silva) about the baggage that Amy brought to the marriage, namely, her family, had to be a highlight of the evening, next to the dinner by Café Rio, of course.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

We went through the whole wedding ceremony that morning wondering why Janet hadn’t come.  I don’t know how we missed her—just because she was hidden on the back row across the room behind multitudes of people.  This picture doesn’t look right without Grandpa and Grandma Walton and Bryce and Dianne.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Well, back in Draper at Rhonda’s.  We FINALLY got to hear Kendi sing.  “WOW” would be appropriate.  She has an incredible voice if you are lucky enough to be around when she is up from BYU and practicing.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

It was a safe and great place to watch BYU win two of the NCAA Basketball Tournament games.  What a luxury to watch the game without ear plugs.  And Marci and Jamie appreciated being able to scream their heads off back home in peace.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Another luxury was to attend Rhonda’s church meetings WITH Jim--as in right beside me on the bench.. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Can you believe she had planned to introduce me as her MOTHER in Relief Society?  But the Relief Society president (bless her soul and may she rest in peace)  came back to introduce herself, then asked Rhonda which one of us was older.  This was not a happy moment for my sweet little sister.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Art looks like he ought to be up on the stand next Sunday in General Conference.  He still reminds me of President Uchtdorf.

And that is just about double the time I wanted to spend on this tonight.  I’m done.