I waxed eloquent in my diary just before the first conference that my Mom and Dad were wholly responsible for. That was the most hectic one, but it still completely runs over us and leaves us by the side of the road for dead.
March 19th, 2014
The Conference approaches slowly but surely, getting faster and faster as it comes. We scramble to batten down the windows, frantically preparing for it until it bursts upon us and we are engulfed by the whirl of excitement, work, organization, stress, enjoyment, crazy homeschoolers, and late nights. Then it will be gone, leaving us to pick ourselves up in bewilderment, look down at our rumpled, dirty clothes, our trashed house, and our crying children, and try to pick up the pieces. Yet the funny thing is, we won't regret that this terrible tornado came. We'll say we enjoyed it and we're glad it came. We'll be prepared to be involved next year, and might look forward to it a bit. How is it that the little bit of excitement in watching a tornado approach, and that little bit of enjoyment in working together to survive it as it goes over you ride over everything else in mind as you recall it, so much that you look forward to another tornado, knowing it will cause no less destruction in passing? I think it had to be so, otherwise nothing would get done in this world.