"Regular participation in family home evening will develop increased personal worth, family unity, love for our fellowmen, and trust in our Father in heaven. It is our promise that great blessings will come to all who conscientiously plan and hold weekly family home evening."
The First Presidency 1915 (Joseph F. Smith)3. I'm so thankful for Laila hugs. These are few and far between lately. When Laila turned 12 and hormones kicked in, my loving child became a stereotypical teenager who rolls her eyes and mumbles at her mother. It kills me. I'm trying to be mostly patient and just love her through these years, but I do appreciate a good Laila squeeze now and then for my efforts.
4. I'm so thankful for my Grandma Butters. Always in November I think about her. She was born and she died in this month. She's been gone 5 years, but I still remember her vividly and the warmth she generated and the fun conversations we had. She was always good for a laugh or a love. Sometimes I catch myself doing things that she would have done...a little "jig" for the kids, making an embarrassing moment less embarrassing by just embracing it and laughing, singing the "garbage" notes in 5 part harmony, trying to keep it "light" at ward choir practice, paying for the "gourmet" shoes, getting the sweater or shirt with the design that goes all the way around not just on the front, being excited when a baby drinks out of a straw, sneaking diet coke to the baby.... all Grandma Butters stuff. She was a spiffy lady, a classy lady, a loving lady.....oh to be more like her daily!
I still see her "holding court" in her chair in the corner or in her chair in the gazebo. She was the Queen! So happy I get to count her as mine.
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I SO remember your sweet Grandma Butters too. My favorite memory was when she was doing a patriotic program in Sacrament Meeting one July. The choir sang "God Bless America". Craig used to sing that song around the house all the time so my youngest son, Chris, knew all the words by heart at barely the age of 2. As they started to sing, he stood up on the bench and began singing it at the top of his lungs. I grabbed him to take him out but she insisted on having him come up and join them. She was one gifted, wonderful, classy, generous lady!
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