Sunday mornings in our home are not usually the most enjoyable time. In fact someone always ends up crying and by the time we get to church I wonder why we even bother. This morning however was something different. We went to Gordon's brother's ward for the blessing of their baby, and their ward meets at 11 a.m. In the past six years we have never had church at 11 a.m.... it was glorious! We got up and ate without being rushed, the kids bathed and were ready by 10 a.m., and I was even able to iron clothes. If only all wards could meet at 11.
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Cute kids! My boys have that same vest.
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