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5/25/2015

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“Levi is so nice,” Miles told me.  “Do you know why Mom?”  [Questioning look from me]  “Because we had a drawing and he put 3 tickets in and I put 5 tickets in and all 3 of his tickets were drawn out before any of my tickets were drawn and I was really sad and he offered to give me one of his prizes and I said –No, it’s okay, that he didn’t have to give me his prize—and so he said a prayer for me that my ticket would be drawn.    Levi is so nice.”

I love it that Miles has friends who pray for him.

Friday Tanah left the house at 5:30 a.m.   She and her friends went to the temple to do baptisms for the dead.  Two boys in their friend group had been endowed that week and were able to vicariously baptize and confirm the girls.   Friday afternoon Tanah and many of those same friends left for an overnight, “senior trip” [Tanah is not a senior but most of her friends are] to Lava Hot Springs where they tented, hot pooled, and waded canals to pick flowers.

I love it that Tanah has friends who go to the temple together and who I trust to camp together.

Grace went to the bank with a friend this week.   He skipped into the building.   When he was done with his banking, they joined hands and, together, skipped out.

I love it that Grace and her dad are such good friends that they can join hands and skip out of the bank together.  (Grace also has other friends who would skip with her though, thankfully, not any—yet—that hold her hand!)

What a priceless, priceless blessing good friends are!   

I have been blessed by good friends all my life.   At the Glen Vista home, in my pre-school years, it was Susan Connor who blessed my life; we played “horses” in her log cabin house and broke crayons together because her older sister, Robin, got the whole crayons and Susan inherited the broken ones.   It was in Susan’s house that I watched Armstrong walk on the moon.

In elementary, when we lived in the Walker place, Sina Alacano was my almost constant companion; her parents lived across the pasture and we practically lived in each other’s houses.   We played “animals”, Monopoly, and countless imagination games in the tops of trees and the catacombs of the barn.

 Junior High brought a move to Madras where Belinda Close was my soul mate.   We invented a secret language, she doctored my shin splints, and, our freshman year, we stalked the senior guys together.  When the family moved to Idaho, leaving Belinda was the hardest thing I’d done in my life to that point.  

 Idaho brought a new set of friends.   The class of 1983 embraced me as one of their own.   Almost indescribable, completely un-purchasable, and validating-ly life-changing were the overwhelming feelings of acceptance, inclusion, and love I felt when, as a sophomore, they gave me an ovation at the end of track season and when, as a junior, they put me on the homecoming royalty float.  Gina Cliften was my special and best friend.   She guided me through Romrell’s computer class, stood beside me as we took stats together for the football team, and, when I was too vain to wear my glasses at high school dances, sat beside me and told me who was approaching.

Roommates-turned-best-friends blessed my early BYU years and Pioneer Trek-associates-turned-best-friends blessed my later BYU years, my long stretch as a single young adult, and are still blessing my life today.    Now, in Roy, I find myself again blessed beyond measure or merit by great people who are also great friends.

“I cannot even imagine where I would be today were it not for that handful of friends who have given me a heart full of joy.”    Charles R. Swindoll

I have always been grateful for the handful of friends who have given me a heart full of joy.  My gratitude, and my joy, is multiplied when I consider the handful of friends who fill my children’s hearts with joy.    


Thank you my friends.  I love you.


Teresa



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