
Well, my "dream trip" to Ohio with my Dad, Trudy and Tonya didn't happen, due to an ill-timed case of bronchitis. I stood out on my Dad's street and watched a Southwest flight I should have been on with Dad head toward the Northeast. I got back to Taylor that night, thanks to Tim driving me to Payson, and Mark and the girls bringing me back home. The next night there was a knock at our door and the stake president's wife gave me these gorgeous roses. I didn't know how she heard, but figured one of my counselors had a conversation with them. I told her I was okay over the matter, but she said she knew, "
Some disappointments were harder to get over than others." So sweet! It felt good to return and recuperate here, where I am needed.