Perfection.

Typically, there is some amount of dread regarding General Conference weekends. While I love the instruction from the leadership of the church and I love having a more relaxed Sunday, it is a huge challenge for me to give up my one productive day -Saturday.

But this year, I gave myself a free pass. I did the dishes, straightened up the upstairs and ... let everything else slide.

I scrapbooked while watching conference on Saturday - 4 lovely hours while Woodstock was sleeping. I got to be uplifted and make some progress on Woodstock's baby book. I scrapbooked again Sunday morning for a couple of hours. I joined Heidi for dinner and a fabulous movie Saturday night.

On Sunday, I spent the two-hour break between sessions making potato curry to eat with friends who joined us for the afternoon session. We played one of my favorite games, which hasn't been played since we lived with Jane, as it takes 3 people to play.

Later, we bundled up Woodstock in her pink monkey pjs and went for a walk through the neighborhood, just the three of us. It smelled and felt like fall. We giggled as Woodstock pointed out all of her exciting discoveries (birds, cars, anything that moved, essentially). We delighted as Woodstock chattered and giggled and pointed at the cat that always comes out to greet her and I on our walks. We pointed out houses, yards, architectural details that we loved and speculated on the market price of those homes up for sale.

We came home, gave Woodstock her "boppie" (a term she picked up at Miss Jan's), made hot cocoa with whipped cream and snuggled on the couch to watch a couple of episodes of BBC's Planet Earth on Himself's ridiculous new TV.

It was perfection. All weekend. All of it. It felt like a Rockwell painting for all of its sublime delight. Conference should happen every weekend. Then again, we wouldn't have any clean laundry if it did.