SK Himself

Seventy-one years ago today a little one stole into this life...unique in all the world.  He was a month early, and it would seem that he has been early for everything since.

SK delights in getting places early and relaxing until the event starts.  After 46 years of marriage, I am generally by his side....although I still prefer to relax at home and stroll into the meeting or whatever with only a few minutes to spare.  It is a small thing and we have pretty much worked it out.

Since Tuesday is generally our formal P-day, we did the usual things but added a little more celebrating to it.  We went to a little sidewalk cafe and tried falafel....last two syllables rhyme with waffle... the accent on the la. They were excellent.

Everywhere we go these days, SK tries to communicate with people in Danish.  He is getting better and better.  People always understand him.  Several people have told me that his Danish is very good.  The difficulty for him, and more so for me is understanding what is being said.

Since nearly everyone we know speaks English to us, we are not hearing Danish enough.  So we are going to try more to be in situations where we have to speak and listen in that language.

In the evening, Elder Thorne challenged SK to a ping-pong match.  SK was like a kid who had been asked to go out and play baseball.  We delayed dinner so he could go play a round.

He was happy about dinner....fresh Danish corn on the cob and the season's last Danish strawberries among other things.

Don't you just love that?  He so enjoys a good game, a friendly competition, simple food, a telephone call to one of our children, the grandchildren.  He loves reading and studying the lessons for Sunday School and Priesthood meeting each Sunday.  He loves being with the YSAs....getting to know them better, playing CRUD.

He has a certain zest for so many things in life.  I hope he never loses that.  At age 71, I don't thing he ever will.