My oldest daughter was coming home from serving 18 months as missionary for The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints in the Omaha, Nebraska mission a couple weeks ago. We had been counting this day down for a very long time. As an LDS missionary, you only get to write/email home once a weekContinue reading “Pride, ladders, and wheelchairs”
When I was young, Easter was all about the Easter egg hunt the Saturday before Easter up the street next to the Lions Club. They may have sponsored it, I can’t recall. I remember that we’d see a lot of neighbors there and other kids from school. It was a big event and there were a lot of kids. I had a basket in hand and I wanted some eggs!