Alex had last week off of school, so we had fun. We went to a park in Washington, and Grace and Henry had a swell time.
See, you can tell by their happy faces.
I had to give a talk in church yesterday about love, and I found this golden quote by Gordon B. Hinckley. Sometimes I just miss that man.
“Love is of the very essence of life. It is the pot of gold at the end
of the rainbow. Yet it is more than the end of the rainbow. Love is at
the beginning also, and from it springs the beauty that arches across
the sky on a stormy day. Love is the security for which children weep,
the yearning of youth, the adhesive that binds marriage, and the
lubricant that prevents devastating friction in the home; it is the
peace of old age, the sunlight of hope shining through death. How rich
are those who enjoy it in their associations with family, friends, church, and neighbors.”
And in the really important news, I am halfway through season two of Downton Abbey, and Netflix has kindly deigned to send The Muppets instead of Disc 2. I love this day!