My friend Hollie called me this morning. She's known me longer than any other friend on the planet. While we were talking, she mentioned that she had run across this sad little blog that has been neglected for nearly a year now. (Poor thing!) I guess I've already proven that I'll never be a consistent blogger. Hollie suggested that I could at least add some current pictures of the kids - maybe even on a monthly basis. I think I can handle that....maybe. Now I've been thinking all day about how ironic it is that I titled this blog "a day at a time" - "a year at a time" would have certainly been more fitting.
I've been thinking all week about the passing of President Gordon B. Hinckley and reminiscing about all the ways he touched my life. He was the prophet when I left home and moved away to go to college, got married, had babies, was called to be RS Pres, etc. I've relied on his counsel and guidance for nearly all of my "adult" lifetime. At age 97, I knew he wouldn't be around much longer, but I was still surprised to hear of his passing.
Saturday, February 09, 2008
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