Little boys and girls. Big boys and girls. Her own private ox, my dad. Chocolate, Ghirdadelli dark chocolate sea salt. The feel, smell, and leather of her copy of the Book of Mormon. Her calling at the Jefferson Ward. Home. Potatoes in any form. Ice cream. Her great-grandma, Martha Jane, whose picture hangs in the guest room. The temple. And she really loves her back splash.
Saturday, February 11, 2012
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