This weekend as we listened to the Lord's chosen prophets and apostles we heard words of comfort, love and guidance. I love hearing others bear their testimonies of eternal families.
3 years ago this weekend we had RJ's memorial. That weekend might have been the toughest of all of them. Even though I knew it wasn't good bye forever it felt SO final, the baby that was still supposed to be growing inside me was not going to be coming home to us because he had already gone home to our Father in Heaven.
One talk today was specifically about fathers and their important role in raising children. My heart was bursting tonight as we splashed and giggled as a family. I'm so grateful that the me of 3 years ago clung to the hope that someday I'd get to watch my sweet hubs be a daddy....because it's my favorite.