when I wish I did not live a 3 days drive from my family. I wish I could load my kids in the car and head on over to hear this boy
speak as he gets ready to leave for his mission on Wednesday.
This boy means the world to me. I was just a freshman in high school when he was born. I remember meeting him in the hospital for the first time. I remember how he learned to walk holding one arm straight in the air for balance. I can still hear his dad ask teasingly, "Question?".


