Our life as dream
our time as a stream
Flows swiftly away
And the fugitive moment refuses to stay
That's what happens every week. Sorry mom, I always get a little behind in writing. I just wanted to say conference was great. I got to go to the last session on Sunday with Karen. It was a special opportunity to hear the prophet speak. One of the things I love the most about the messages of the prophets are their simplicity. Husbands love your wives, wives love your husbands, children love your parents, and vice versa. Man love your woman, woman love your man, isn't that a Crosby, Stills, and Nash song? I guess its pretty simple. It made me feel good to see President Monson express his great love for his own wife. There's no hypocrisy, just people who are doing their best. I'm glad to know that God, our Heavenly Father just wants us to do our best.
Karen and I took these pictures. I think I look better in the one with Karen's eyes closed. Sorry Karen.
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I love your efforts BriGuy...and I'm guessing Francis is President Monson's sweet wife.~MOM
oohh, man! well, that's what i get for not reading the entire blog!!
Brian, you have cute hair.
It matches your cute rest of you.
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wow. it looks like karen's eyelids are see-through!!
thats funny. I thought you looked better in the one where Karen has her eyes open. My middle name is Frances and I have always HATED it. It sounds old and wierd, not like me at all... haha. BUT NOW when I hear President Monson talk about his Frances... I love the sound of the name... silly huh? not really, I guess names don't matter too much.
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