Evans Edition: January 2018

Tuesday, January 30, 2018

Jack-O-Lanterns and, more importantly, why MK's a kook

Cy's Space Jammer

Cam's Mummy

MK's Wicked Clown

And introducing A.J., who MK is "not dating." They've seen each other every week for 5 months, but McKenzie can't commit to the word "dating," let alone....

She's said of him, "He's the most impressive person I know," "He's a better person than I am," "He's passed every test I give him...." Yet she prefers to call him "Mom's boyfriend." —I mean they'd be perfect together. They even look alike...

This is the problem—she wants to marry a friend group. Like the opposite of sister wives... brother husbands(?), who would include but not be limited to: Besser, Luis, Peter Puertes, and Oveth.

That, and she's embarrassed that A.J. is white 😱
(refer to above list)

There's your proof. Our top three have all turned out to be cuckoo-heads. Cam and Cy, you're our only hope!!

Saturday, January 27, 2018

Jackson's farewell and more about the WADS

Evans and Wads

Jackson was called to serve in the Argentina, Neuquen mission, the same mission his dad, Clint, served in over 20 years ago. So cool.

We love this family. Clint and Cassie have been God's gift to Rob and I. They are amazing personally and as a couple. They've been our "safe place to fall," an incredible source of support, inspiration, understanding, perspective, uplift, fun, and comic relief for the 15-plus years we've been friends.

A few highlights...
Sand volleyball tournaments; barbeques; late night card games with our remote phones on to hear the little kids in bed; boating; family basketball; Lake Powell; pickle ball tournaments; biking down Snow canyon; phonecalls; parenting advice; parenting advice retractions😆; dinners out and in, family sleepovers, Clint's business trips, long texts; spiritual thoughts; our "Moon River" dinner laughing through tears as Clint bares his soul; talks til 1:00, 2:00, 3:00, and 4:30 a.m.; Clint's basketball team sleepovers; big waffle breakfasts; Star Wars premier night; swimming in their backyard; unloading/processing the crisis of the week with our teens; shopping; sleeping in their garage 😂; and their emergency flight from Hawaii to be with us at Elle's funeral. I was stunned and so grateful; they never gave it a second thought, "Of course we would come!"

Jackson's farewell was the highlight of our weekend in St. George, but we managed to turn it into a mini vacation racing around Fiesta Fun, hiking Hell's hole, eating Bella Marie's pizza and vanilla sodas, and night swimming on Dixie's cliff.