As you already know, the youth of our ward returned from youth conference on Friday. We took a church history tour, and learned so much about the early latter-day saints and the trials and hardships they went through. We had some amazingly spiritual times. We had some amazingly funny times. We spent a lot of time laughing so hard that we were concerned about accidents. And I'm not talking about the bus driver.
Gotta say, I loved everyone who went on the trip. But it was a real eye opener to travel with other adults. I haven't done a lot of it. But I did notice that people's personalities were magnified on the trip. Those who were giggly got gigglier, the bossy got bossier, and the grouchy got grouchier. Oh! wait - that last thing was me.
But enough about my annoying personality traits...
I think it would be really fun to take the same trip again, only with adult couples. Pretty much anything is more fun with the Brain around. And though the men on the trip were kind and went out of their way to help take care of everyone, being with your own spouse is well, better. (Hopefully that's why you chose that person in the first place, right?) As far as I'm concerned, the biggest perk of going with the Brain would be the sleep. I would love to have been able to go to bed early. And then go to sleep a little while after that. (it's ok... we're married)
Now, I truly love every one of the youth who called our hotel phone more or less every 10 minutes between about 10pm and 11pm. I love the ones who knocked on the door. I expected the bed checks, more bed checks, and staying up until we were reasonably sure that most everyone was asleep. And it was a blast staying up and laughing with the other leaders until all hours. But as you know, I am not a night person.
And about 3 days in, it all caught up with me.
I guess if I'd had more sleep, I would likely have remembered more of the information we learned. Things that I thought were pret-ty funny those last couple of days have lost their amazing powers of amusement since I have recharged. But I'm thinking of my sleep deprivation experience as a sort of fast. And without it, who knows whether the tender feelings I had in the Winter Quarters Cemetery on the last day would have been so powerful?
Everything happens for a reason. And tallying everything up at the end of the day, it was fantastic. Come to think of it, I wouldn't change a thing.