Dear Elder Mitchell
Hello from Detroit! We are here with family. We miss you. My Dad, Dayna, Mom, your Dad and mom are here. Your parents surprised us. We had no idea they were coming. We spent saturday at an apple orchard. We picked our own apples, got delicious apple cider, and played in a hay stack maze. It was fun, but when we walked out of the door, we saw your parents and it was a great reunion.
Everyone was in town for Addy's baptism. It was a great day for our family. I can't believe I'm old enough to have an 8-year old. Addy is an amazing little girl. She is doing well. She played her violin "i am a child of god," while Hope was going to sing. She started with "I am..." then mouthed quietly the rest of the song until the last line "to live with him someday." Either way it was cute. Your Dad and my Dad spoke at the baptism. It was so fun. Refreshments were ice cream bar, and we watched a movie that Addy made of herself on iMOVIE.
It's an incredible experience to immerse someone into the water and to say to someone "receive ye the Holy Ghost." There is nothing like it, and to have that person be your child is magnified ten-fold.
Hope is staying cute. She loves princesses. She loves the sleeping beauty, belle, and princess and frog disney characters. She is still destructive. Now her thing is picking on Addy, 5 years her senior. Hope beats on Addy, and Addy comes to cry to me. I tell Addy to toughen up, and not let her get away with it. I'm not sure I'm a very good parent.
I think Hayden is a chip off your dad's block. He loves airplanes. He is an intense little boy, but when an airplane goes overhead his life stops. He could be in the middle of an ice cream sundae, surrounded by sticks, balls, and babies bottles, but if he hears an airplane he will look up to the sky, point, and yell "Airplane!" Maybe he's just excited to have his uncle Nate fly home.