A Bushel And A Peck

First confession, this week I thought way too much about Jocelyn's (Sarah's best friend) wedding. I have never seen so many wedding cake stores, bridal dresses stores, random rose bushes, or anything of the sort in my area before. But this week they haunted me at every corner! I threw myself a little pity party on Saturday in honor of the event. Some members took the other companionship (Hna Frye and Hna Bush) to Sweetfrog (American frozen yogurt), and Hna Frye was an angel and brought it back for us to share, and we pretended the brownie chunks were like wedding cake. haha.

I've now played tennis 3 times!! And I think I'm going to buy myself a tennis raquet for my birthday. I don't know if you looked close in those pictures, but the one I was using was a bit Dominican...if you know what I mean.

I have now had about 10 Creole conversations on the street. The first one started out, "hey, can I practice my creole with you?"and then asking how they were and what there name is. Now, I try to just jump right into it with "Alo, ki jan ou ye? Byen, mési. Kijan ou rele? Mwen rele Seour Peck. Mwen se yon misione" (sp?) Kim would be so proud. I can also say "you are going to church next sunday." I don't know how to make it a question, I just know how to tell them. I so wish I had Creole learning materials. Or at least someone to hear prononciation. I've been realizing just how great we have it learning Spanish, they give us everything we need! I'm trying to figure this all out from a packet of papers with basic conversation, and the Creole Book of Mormon I have. But it's so fun! I get so happy watching people's faces when I start chattering in Creole to them! (They figure out pretty fast that I can't understand anything - they chatter back at me though.)

The ward here hasn't had missionaries working the area in years, and they're warming up to it. They're starting to get excited about it. We've had some people holding family home evenings, giving out Books of Mormon, and starting to think of their neighbours. We're still waiting for them to turn them over to us as references, but it's coming. We're starting to get the whole ball rolling. 

Side note, mom, I re-read Elder Uchtdorf's talk on the forget me nots, and now I wear that bracelet every day. Sometimes I make myself stop and count the petals and remember what each of them are. Cheesy, I know, but it's a good reminder. Of those principles and also of my mom! 

Dad, I hit the winning volley in a 7 to 5 set. It was beautiful. You would have cried.

Welp, one of my goals this week is to climb a tree, so I better get on that. 

As Grandma Griffiths always sings; I love you, a bushel and a peck.

Love, Hna Sarah Peck