We went to Utah for Conference, and our mission reunions, and are just now getting around to putting these pictures up. This is Janay's Mission President, Arlen Crouch and his wife.
Janay with her sisters. Janay threw her sister Vonnie a surprise birthday party.
Here was another awesome experience. As we were leaving Janay's mission reunion at the Marriott in Downtown SLC, I checked the front desk for parking validation and recognized the man standing next to me. It was Elder Octaviano Tenorio, who at the conference previous had given one of, if not my favorite conference talk ever. We walked away at the same time and I stopped him and told him I just wanted to shake his hand because he had had such a great impact on me. He ignored my hand and said..."Brother, give me a hug!" After my hug he grabbed my arm and went over to meet Janay and Mackenzie, where this picture was taken. He is a very kind man and a great example for us all. You can read his talk here :http://lds.org/conference/talk/display/0,5232,23-1-775-34,00.html
Yes, this is what I pictured...except that I wasn't a woman, and the court reporter didn't wear hearing aids in my vision of things. I showed up on the appointed date ready for battle. The courtroom was buzzing before the hearing. I brought my briefcase and legal pad so I could look like an intimidating real life lawyer, rather than the chump law student that I actually am. I wore my best suit, glasses, but held off on the cuff links, I didn't want to look too flashy to the judge. As I sat and waited for the trial to start I nervously reviewed my notes, eying the Highway Patrolmen sitting next to me to make sure they weren't stealing my case strategy. Finally the judge walked in and the bailiff called the court to order. The judge called my name and I approached the bench, "Good afternoon your honor." The judge gave me a look like "Easy buddy, this is a friggin' traffic ticket, not a murder trial!" I took my seat and the Judge addressed me, "Mr. Hunt, the officer has failed to appear, and therefore your case is dismissed." I slid my legal pad into my briefcase like I had somewhere much more important to be, like I needed to get back to billing $500 an hour, said "Thank you very much your honor" and walked out of the courtroom. I had just won my first trial, surely to be the first of many. But for now, I can enjoy the feeling of being undefeated in the courtroom. 



