Conference and Basketball--Prescription Filled!

From reading my blog you may have established that Mondays are pretty good days for me. Well, we can add Saturdays to the good list, because today was a very good day.
You may not agree, but one of my favorite things about Saturday mornings is my kids slowly trickling into my bed. Kate'll bring Tadman in when it's still dark outside, then she'll come in a few hours later, then Parker slinks in, and sometimes even Hunter. Of course this only happens when Greg wakes up early on Saturday so there is room in the bed for all the kids. I love it!
This happened to be a special Saturday in a few more ways, because it was General Conference today (a semi-annual meeting that is broadcast from Salt Lake City in which the leaders of our church give instruction, new revelation, and encouragement) and because it was the first day of AAU basketball for Hunter and Greg (he's coaching). So as I was getting ready for basketball I was able to listen to conference, and as often happens the messages seemed especially for me. Henry Eyring quoted the very scripture that Joetta Stott put on my signed pillowcase from Alma 7 about Jesus choosing to descend to be among us and choosing to feel our pain and bear our burdens. His talk was about keeping your faith when sorrow and hardship becomes yours, and how you can be refined and perfected through burdens if you have the appropriate attitude and bear those burdens well. I loved the story about the friend with the crippled back and the cane who experienced so much pain at the end of his life but would still carry Brother Eyring's trash can up a steep driveway because he wanted to serve. I said a big "Amen" to that talk. And then the Tabernacle Choir sang "The Lillies of the Field." Beautiful!
After being spiritually fed, I got to go see my little boy Hunter play basketball! And watch Greg coach. So much fun. They won both their games, played a great style that was exciting to watch, got better as they went along, and helped me cheer, relax, and forget about cancer treatment. I may not have mentioned that Hunter has shaved his head in support of me, knowing that I will be losing my hair soon, and it's helped his basketball game. He looks awfully intimidating with his 6 ft. 3 inch frame, 285 pounds, and bald head going on. He played great, the team played well together, the coaching was phenomenal, and it was way better than the two final four games later in the day.
To wrap up a lovely Saturday my husband took me out for dinner and I even had an appetite! Like I say, I think Saturdays are going to be good days!