A few weeks ago, Hugh and I were asked to serve as a Ma and Pa for the upcoming stake youth conference in July. It’s a four-day trek, a reenactment of sorts, of the Mormon pioneers going west. With a number of youth we will form a family pulling a handcart along with a larger company of youth and adults from our stake.
Hugh knew the trek was coming up (it's every four years) and wondered if maybe we'd be asked. Me, I was totally shocked! Pushing and pulling a handcart through the Sierras - Really? Hugh has no knees and I’m twice the size I was when we got married. Not to mention, at this age (we'll both be 59 when we head out) we’re more a Grandma and Grandpa than a Ma and Pa. Anyway, in spite of all that, we both felt good about it and said, "YES!"
Hugh’s attitude, “I was training for a marathon, but I guess I’ll train for the trek instead.”
Me, “I was trying to lose weight and become more fit. I guess this will help me achieve my goal.”