Hi all this is Kayla wanting to share just a little bit. I have loved reading about everyone's memories and current experiences, I know that Jeff shared already about trek but I wanted to add something. On our second night after we had been drenched mud flooded and soaked our feet were soggy and yet somehow crusty. They were sore and in some cases blistered but most of all they were cold. My sweet husband reminded me so much of our savior as he beckoned his "daughters" to come to the cleaning posts (something they set up for us for our last night) there were buckets of warm water and soap. Jeff asked the girls to sit down and he untied their boots or sneakers and began washing and warming their feet until they were sparkling. He did this to each of the girls. He showed them how much he had appreciated their hard work sacrifice and incredible atitudes. I will honestly think of this often for the rest of my life. I can see him right now, flannel shirt, red beard, messy hair and dirty tattered clothes kneeling on one knee washing the girls feet. How he reminded me of my savior in that moment. I love him so much, and although we continue to struggle in so many ways we are surely blessed beyond our deserving in the subject of love. Just had to share that moment on this the journhall! Love you all :)