
Today this little girl was in the kitchen watching me make dinner. She said, "Mom, when we go to church next week can you come to primary with me?" I said, "Why" She said, "Because, I got a whole hunk-of-junk worth of friends. You have to see them all." Being gone three weeks, I think she may have forgotten how many people she loved here in Pittsburgh.

We indeed have made a hole hunk-of-junk worth of friends since we came here four years ago. We are grateful for each one.

Yesterday, Sierra found a caterpillar. It was stuck to Nate's fishing chair. It hitched a ride home from their fishing trip. He is tiny. We want him to be fat. We had to go and find leaves for him. We found a leaf off this tree. We brought it home and gave it to him. He was very hungry. We hope he will turn into a butterfly.
1 comment:
When is the big moving day? That's funny that Sierra has a hunk-of-junk of friends. I've never quite heard it put that way before.
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