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A Weekend of Warmth

Oh man it's steaming. I know I'm the oven these days, but 80 degrees! Full priority to turn on the a/c, Mr Smith. Speaking of Mr Smith, as most of you now know due to Facebook-shares-all, Mr Smith is getting a root canal! Mr Smith had some old fillings crack out at the beginning of the year & one fix didn't quite cut it. So now he's on drugs until tomorrow when he'll be placed on more drugs & get the nerves zapped from a molar. Yes, he is wracking up the dental bill this year folks.

But I can't stand to see Mr Smith in pain. He became addicted to google-my-problem & just couldn't sit still, eat, or socialize like the normal butterfuly he is. I'm glad to say Monday couldn't have come sooner.  And to think, a lot of people can't even afford to visit the dentist & probably just live with toothaches & pains day in & day out. If Mr Smith can't handle it, I don't know who can. For real.

But this past weekend was lovely, marking our 38th week of pregnancy, was
General Conference
and a visit from Eric's wonderful cousin, Jenny.

"Our quest for eternal life is nothing other than a quest to understand who God is, and for us to return to live with Him," said Elder Christoffel Golden Jr. of the Seventy.

Elder Clayton said, "Marriage is a gift from God to us; the quality of our marriages is a gift from us to Him."


President Monson said: "The knowledge which we seek, the answers for which we yearn, the strength which we desire today to meet the challenges of a complex and changing world can be ours when we willingly obey the Lord's commandments."

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