A Weekend Away at Conference

In the darkest part of my first trimester Dave had an interview with the relief society president of our ward and somehow after talking about the needs of the sisters, she agreed to watch our kids while we went to Utah for Conference. I don't know if came about due to Dave's plea for some time alone or rested under the mantel of her calling to succor the needs of the sisters in the ward. Either way, I did not complain or ask too many questions. I just took all parties at their word and enjoyed.

Finally the day arrived and we were off. Well, after arranging rides from school for all kids, packing clothes, medicine, pillows, special blankets, familiar snacks, sleeping bags and signing our first will (a little morbid) we drove to the airport. I was exhausted.

We arrived in Salt Lake just in time for a lovely walk on a warm fall night and enjoy a quiet dinner. The next morning we woke early from habit and took tracks for the first session of conference. Due to the warm weather from the night before neither of us brought a coat. Less than 12 hours later, the lovely warm fall day metamorphosed to cold, dark, and raining. We arrived wet to the conference center--no coat and no umbrella.

Saturday was dedicated to conference. From morning to afternoon to priesthood, Dave and I quietly shared and listened. Watching at the conference center helped me to have more focus and clarity. I was able to take notes and have the spirit teach me about what I must do. Simply more. More prayer. More listening to the spirit. More teaching with my wonderful children. More consecration to the gospel.

Sharing this with my husband, feeling the spirit together, talking, having full detailed conversations over wonderful food was just what we needed. In our busy lives it is easy to forget, but conference is the perfect time to remember. Sharing it quietly with Dave I loved remembering together. Talking together. Eating together.