After a great meal with these fabulous kids (where they stole food off tables left by other departed customers), we walked to the Provo City Temple and enjoyed the beautiful grounds. Sometimes you just want to kiss boys’ faces. This was one of those times.Saying good bye to these peeps was as difficult as it was a year ago. Sometimes we get glimpses of heaven and eternal families that bind our hearts together like nothing else can. This week was one of those times. I love my family with all my heart. Next time I see them, I’ll be a grandma.
Now it’s time to return to my missionary children.