My heart was so touched this week as I thought about the pure love of Christ my grandchildren have for me. They are without guile and never judge me. It is such a feeling so wonderful to know that. My children show me their love in different ways, and it is appreciated just as much. My connection to each of you is precious.
I was talking to a few women who sat next to me at Education week. I told about the talk times we had daily before having family prayers. My patriarchal blessing gave me specific counsel that blessed our lives forever. I gathered my children around me, night and morning and called upon the Lord for his blessings and to know what to do for them individually. I was given instruction and followed it according to their needs.
The counsel has blessed us beyond comprehension. I am pleased that my children practice talk times with their own even today. My efforts, as promised were rewarded over the years time and time again. I am thankful to have had that role as mother and grandmother to be there for them. It is a calling that I have always taken seriously and pray the legacy will live on.
Today marks the (forty-fifth) birthday of my oldest son, Hank. I learned how to be a mother first through him. My joy was complete when I carried him, when he was placed in my arms and all my other children and greeted them each for the first time. There are just no words to describe how I, as a mother feels holding her babies in arms, mine.
Happy Birthday, Hank!
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