Success...
Thanksgiving dinner went over really well! The pumpkin pie was gorgeous, and the rest of the meal was really good as well. We watched the misionaries tuck in to the food, and they told us that they had both gained about 30 pounds since they'd been on their missions. It reminded me of another success--I've lost 15 pounds since we got here! Maybe not after that dinner, but still, that's cool.
Martin and I had some small success in the family history area as well. Last night we went over to Beverley. It's a groovy little city in the East Riding of Yorkshire. Not only is it a great market town, but it is also the parish headquarters for the Church of England in the area. One of my ancestors was born in Hull, and my grandma has been unable to find out his parents' names. We looked at microfiche last night until our eyes were blurry, and we couldn't find Edward Lofley. But we DID find what looks like his brothers and sisters. We can't confirm that yet, but it was really exciting to catch a glimpse and at least have a maybe where before there was nothing.
Isn't it funny how we always want to succeed? Failure makes you feel so empty and worthless, and it's terrifying to think that you weren't able to make something happen. But those failures stack up on each other, and eventually we succeed because of them.
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