"In words, like weeds, I'll wrap me o'er,
Like coarsest clothes against the cold"

—Tennyson

Wednesday, March 9, 2011

Because my little brother blessed his baby there, Sunday I returned to the Shelley 6th Ward. My entire family was there, filling more than three long middle benches. I was glad we could support Dan and his family, and it was so bizarre to return to the ward I grew up in after nearly a decade of being gone. We sat in front of one of my former young woman leaders, and Charlotte kept smiling and playing peek-a-boo with her.

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