CJ, Jen and I decided to grab dinner on the way home and just as we sat down, the texts started to roll in about the passing of President Gordon B Hinckley. (LDS church president). I got a little teary-eyed as I thought about what an amazing influence and blessing his life has been to me. I truly feel as if I grew up with President Hinckley and am in awe at the inspired and selfless life that he lived. He left an indelible footprint on the millions and millions of people he reached. And I'm sure it was a very sweet reunion with his beloved wife, Marjorie. We will miss you, President Hinckley. Thank you for all that you did. (link to Glen Beck Tribute)
Monday morning came too fast and I was headed back to SLC. Again, in my MHS sweatshirt, I ran into another gal from high-school and she and her husband actually ended up on my flight. I loved that my weekend turned into a little bit of a high-school reunion. good times. We took off and all was fine until we tried to land. No go. Attempt # 2: no go. Attempt # 3: no go. I kind of felt like Top Gun buzzing the tower. We'd get really low and close to the ground and then all of a sudden, we'd feel the plane just go straight up and gain a lot of speed. I really don't get nervous on planes, but it was kind of unsettling. They diverted us to Grand Junction, CO. We sat there for a few hours enjoying the delicious cheese and crackers and biscoff cookies generously provided by Delta. The stories kept on changing of we're staying, we're going and back and forth. yadda yadda. But, eventually we did take off and safely landed at SLC just a mere 5 hours late. I had tickets to the Jazz game and my friend Brent met me there. It was a really fun game and good win for the Jazz. Sorry Spurs! There was this really cute old man next to me who liked to hit my arm or give me a high-five when the Jazz made a good play. Once he even thought it was appropriate to slap my bum. Whatever. But all in all, it was a fabulous weekend. And yes, Jerod is wearing a Cobra Commander shirt. And yes, I'm wearing the same shirt two nights in a row.