My wonderful parents came and my mom spent the week with me while my dad drove up to Atlanta to pick up our missionary. Here he is, the most mature 21-year-old around:
I love these guys. I dropped them off at the airport today. Upon returning for church and stepping foot in the primary room, I heard the children singing We are as the armies of Helaman. I may or may not have bawled my eyes out.
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That song gets me every time. There is a choral arrangement that combines that song with As Sisters In Zion. Our RS sang it in sacrament meeting and I didn't even bother getting up with them. I would have just stood up there and cried (and I don't just THINK I would have - I KNOW I would have because I cried through all the rehearsals).
I think I'm going to have to stop reading your blog. Every time I do I get tears in my eyes, my heart pounds in my chest and I get that lump that makes it hard to swalow. I swear I can feel what you must be feeling as you write these moments of your life.
I bawled my eyes out just thinking about hearing that song and seeing you bawling your eyes out!!! Love you :)
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