Family Dinner

Cousin Anne, playing her harp! She's only 8 years old!

Will, out of control as usual.

Papa, with most of the grandkids gathered around the scriptures.

Aunt Sommer and baby Kate, the littlest cousin.

Nana teaching her lesson on kindness.

Tonight we went to a family dinner at Alan's parents house. The plan is to have a dinner/fhe with everyone (since all of Alan's siblings except 1 live within 20 minutes of us) one Sunday per month. It's quite a group: there are 10 adults and nine kids with one more on the way. We had a great dinner and then Alan's mom prepared a lesson on kindness. This is a great quote she gave each of us to take home: "Who can calculate the wounds inflicted, their depth and pain, by harsh and mean words spoken in anger? How pitiful a sight is a man who is strong in many ways but who loses all control of himself when some little thing, usually of no significant consequence disturbs his equanimity. In every marriage, there are occasional differences, but I find no justificiation for tempers that explode on the slightest provocation." -President Hinckley