In Sacrament meeting today, we told Isabela it was time for the prayer. An elderly gentleman sitting on the other side of her bowed his head and closed his eyes, but did not fold his arms. Isabela kept tapping his arm, pointing, and saying "Oracion," until he finally folded his arms. She then - finally - did likewise.
Isabela brought Brandon a Dad's root beer from nursery. We got him stuff for his grill and salt and pepper grinders. He is such a great father and husband. He always plays with Isabela and Alexander, and changes countless dirty diapers. I couldn't have asked for a more perfect match. The Lord really knows what he is doing. Love you babe!
And Happy Birthday Renee! Love your guts!
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I'm a little slow at getting to catching up on your blog but now I'm here. I was cracking up at Izzy making the man fold his arms hahahahahahaha! And thanks for the birthday wishes Stephy. Love your guts!!
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