First Days of School

Keeping with the tradition, everyone took pictures of their first days of school (2014).

Only Glo was home, and since I was in Utah with Hannie, it was John taking the picture.

Glo: beginning of her sophomore year in high school.
Only Glo was home, and since I was in Utah with Hannie, it was John taking the picture. I can see in Glo's face that she's thinking, "C;mon, Daddy! We're running late already. Take the stupid picture!"

Rebecca: starting her second (and final) year in her MPA program at BYU
Ethan: starting his senior year at BYU
You can tell how thrilled they are to be starting school again :-)

Mark: starting his sophomore year at Michigan.
This is his first day of school after a two-year hiatus in Russia on his mission.

Hannie: a freshman at BYU
Oh my goodness, I was more nervous for Hannie than anyone else. My baby girl starting COLL-EGE? On a SCHALASHIP?? It can't be!

Me: my first day of attending early morning seminary
Little did I know that this smile wouldn't last for long....

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