Last night, Heather, Rachel, Summer and I want to our stake's Annual Messiah Sing-In. As we were leaving, the bishop motioned for Heather to come over and he gave her the flowers that were dressing up the podium. He instructed her that they were for her and her sisters, but not for Michael or Stan. I told her I hoped she always remembered where her first dozen roses came from. They made it home a bit worse for wear after the ride home in the car, but they are still pretty.
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