And a Story

Mom loves sesame seeds.  Daddy loves Mom.  So when we were kids and we got to have sesame seed buns with our hamburgers, Mom got to have all the seeds that were left in the bag at the end.

I told this story to my sweetheart when we were first married, and he has let me have the sesame seed bag ever since.  I'm the luckiest wife in the world.

P.S.  Yes, I know you can buy sesame seeds.  And I do!  :)

Once Upon A Time...

…an 85-year-old woman lived by herself and went to Church in her ward in Canada. A new missionary came to their ward, and she learned from him that he was from West Jordan, Utah. By coincidence, the woman’s daughter also lived in West Jordan. Since the daughter was going to go visit her mother in Canada, she had her mother contact the missionary. The Elder gave the woman HIS mother’s cell phone number, and a friendship was born.

The daughter lives almost exactly ½ mile due east of us. She leaves for Canada tomorrow morning, but she said she’d take a package with her if we’d like. On Sunday she will be attending the ward where our Elder Hill is serving.

Small world. Happy mama.