Here's a cute photo from a few weeks ago. Diana passed out on the couch. She was too tired to make it to bedtime. And of course Sam is always beautiful, bedtime or not.
I picked Dad up from Ronald Reagan Airport on Wednesday and we drove to Gravelly Point, which is right next to the airport, to watch the planes take off over our heads.
After spending a few minutes watching the planes take off, we drove over to see some of the monuments on/around the National Mall. I love this quote inside the Jefferson Memorial.
At the Lincoln Memorial
We spent seven hours(!) at the Museum of the Bible on Thursday.
This is what they used the horse for.
Wow
Dad and I separated in the museum and we agreed to meet up at 2pm to eat. I couldn't wait, so I tried out the za'tar fries at the museum restaurant, "Manna." The fries were not good.
This was next to the famous painting of George Washington kneeling to pray next to his horse. Check out the bottom bullet.
It's an impressive museum with many things to see and do (six levels in all).
Yesterday we visited the Washington D.C. Temple. We stopped at the baptistry to see the murals before going upstairs to prepare for other ordinance work. One of the temple workers came up and told Dad he recognized him from somewhere. Dad offered the televised BYU round-table discussions as the place this brother may have seen him. No, it turned out Dad and this brother attended Clearfield High School together approximately 60 years ago. I was impressed with the brother's memory.
Upstairs, another temple worker introduced himself and confessed he was "starstruck" (he used that word multiple times during our short conversation) to meet Kelly Ogden, the man who "brought the scriptures to life" for him for years as he watched the BYU round-table discussions.
This morning we woke up early and drove to Philadelphia to visit the temple there. Inside, we met another temple worker who attended Clearfield High School a long time ago. Small world.
I had the pleasure of helping interpret for a group of Spanish-speakers in the temple.
We wanted to visit Independence Hall, but there was a line outside the building and it was too cold to wait. So, instead we filled our bellies with delicious (huge!) cheesesteaks from Marino Bros Cheesesteaks, and then we drove back to D.C.
This is how David Galbraith (a good family friend) answers the phone whenever Dad calls him. Yo!
I enjoyed making memories with Father Ogden. I love you, Dad.