9/4 Cake Smashing, Graciano disorder talking, and Room Organizing

I got up at a decent time today, around 8am, and read the letters that Jacob sent to me and mom and the world. I watched the next episode of Iron Fist. Before I finished, mom called me down for breakfast. I ate some cereal and talked with her and Lucy. Mom told me she was like having a back and forth chat with Jacob over email about his health. One of her responses to Jacob reminded me of a letter that Mom sent to me on the mission. After I ate, I looked through my mission letters to find the letter I was talking about. In it, Mom gave me counsel to combat how inadequate I felt speaking spanish and about my time comparing myself to Elder Porter. Mom thinks that Jacob is in the same situation as I was with Elder Porter. She thinks Elder Marcum is a bad perfectionist influence on him. Mom is hoping that come transfers, that he is transferred out and that he gets an awesome companion.

When I did finally finish the episode and after I had taken a shower, I went over to Sarah's and helped her unload all her things from boxes to random knickknacks here and there. It took us the full two hours before my mom wanted to take us out to eat. We rearranged her room to best fit the queen sized mattress that she will be getting soon. She still has the cot with the memory mattress on top. I helped her soundly and we got everything situated. Even Kimberly thought we did a great job. She said that if it was her she would have been stopping every now and again, not getting it absolutely done so fast.

We dropped off Lucy, and went by the stake center to see how big it was. There were many Islanders playing volleyball in the building, but it was open to see. Then we went to Graciano's and we all got sandwiches. We talked there for about two hours. The girls talked about me and my experience with bipolar disorder at the hospital. It was crazy, for sure. Sarah asked me that if my filter was all those things I mean to say, but hold bottled up inside. I told her no, that it is like those moments when you have to tell a white lie and the filter keeps you from saying something hurtful.

We went to Five Below (the dollar store) to pick up a gift for Ammon. We finally decided to get him and Iron Man mask. I told them every boy wants to be Iron Man at some point in their lives, haha. He loved the mask. It was for his eighth birthday. Sarah got to meet Anila, Wiwa, Melaney, and Mosiah. Wiwa commented that she knows Spanish a whole lot better than I do. When they asked her where she was from, she said La REPUBLICA, and Wiwa immediately said, Czecha. It was quite funny. The pictures were good. Ammon put his face into the cake of his own volition. My piece was humongous and not that much moisture. Fortunately I had a bottle of water.