I walked to my appointment with the lady who cuts my hair. She is about my age, with a shock of blonde hair, heavy eye make-up and soooo cute. She speaks English with a delightful accent...I love the sound of a good recognizable accent. It is absolutely charming, and I enjoyed listening as she gave me the scoop on all the best places to visit in Denmark.
I don't hear accents like that very often because all of our YSAs are so fluent in English that they have very little accent. Have I told you that the young people have said that the Americans' accents are "cute." Hah. At least the ones who speak Danish have accents.
I am actually doing better in Danish. More people are speaking to me and understanding my rudimentary Danish. It happened quite a bit today at the temple. And I did all that I was asked to do in Danish. I am hopeful that I will continue to improve....hey.....6 1/2 months is still enough time to improve significantly.
The temple took up the lion's share of the day, but what a way to spend a day. I love all the people we work with, and all the people who come to attend the temple. It just recharges us for all activities the rest of the week.
At the end of the day - as I was putting on my coat, a lady approached me and told me that I have a good accent! If that is true, I owe it to my senior companion...who sounds very good in the language. But it did make my heart happy.
Our son was born 43 years ago today, and like all significant events, it is a day that is seared into my memory...the ride along Lake Shore Drive in Chicago, the cold and gray morn, the stately old university hospital where he was born, the nurses who seemed oblivious to me, my fears and anxieties, the cold shower, the Korean 3rd-year resident who delivered Derek, the epidural that seemed like a miracle, the nursery with so many adorable little dark-skinned 5 and 6 pound babies and then 8 pound Derek......the recovery room in the fading light of day where I lay alone - my head reeling from the events of the day.
What an amazing life-changing day. We will be eternally grateful for that day and that baby who is now a man, husband, father and dear friend.
Eleven years ago, on Derek's birthday, our little granddaughter Anna joined the family. She is the third child of Erin and Ethan. There has hardly been a time at the temple, when I haven't done some kind of temple work for an Anna, Ana, Ann, or Anne. So she comes to my mind often. She may share a name with many other Scandinavians, but she is unique. We love that cute girl and can hardly wait to put our arms around her.
I think I'll go join SK for a couple of Facetime calls!
Always a good day when you can serve in the temple - and especially when you can do it in Danish. It's amazing how we remember the birth of all our children - but especially the first one. How blessed we are to be wives and mothers - and grand mothers (& gr. grands). Love just grows! L&P
ReplyDeleteYes indeed....such beautiful blessings. L&P
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