So there is a song in the Primary Children's Songbook called, "Our Bishop." I was just listening to it with Estelle and Sarah as I was putting them to bed. Estelle mentioned that there was a part in the song that sounded like this, "He's so viscous." Then it talked about "kindly words." She asked me if they were saying, "unkind words." Then she wanted to know if the song was about Satan, which, by the way did not make sense to her. We usually sing songs about Christ and families and love in Primary, not about Satan and she could not believe that there would even be a song about Satan. I proceeded to explain to her that in fact the child was singing, "He's our bishop." I immediately started the song over and sang it as best as I remembered it from when I learned it in Primary. We both had a good laugh about it and I'm sure that song will bring a chuckle to my lips every time I hear it in the future.
Thirteen years ago today I was at an aquarium in the Gateway Shopping Center in Salt Lake City. I was with my sister-in-law, JuNette; her son Andrew and my three oldest children. Spencer had just turned five the day before, Taylor was three and a half, and Emma was 22 months. The aquarium was new and small, but we enjoyed our time there. After we had been there for some time JuNette handed me her phone and said that Destry had been trying to get a hold of me for quite some time. Destry told me not to worry, but that he and Christine were driving to my childhood home in Springville to check on my dad because no one had heard from him and he hadn't shown up to pick up my mom from the hospital. My siblings and I had been worried about my mom's welfare because she had had a gastric bypass surgery to help her to loose weight and to improve both her health and her quality of life. The surgery had gone well and she was ready to come home on this day 13 years ago. Oddly, my dad neve
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