The weekend from heaven

It went like this:

1. Friday night my son walks in the door with a surprise visit from San Francisco. I LOVE when that happens.

2. Saturday the same son––and his father––agree to shop with me all day at the outlets. For Christmas! ("Wonder of wonder, miracle of miracles...")  Okay, so I love Fiddler on the Roof. 

3. That evening we attend the stirring baptism of a 21-year-old man. The baptism happens to be performed by his childhood friend, a newly ordained priest who introduced the new convert to the gospel and was only recently baptized himself.

4. The confirmation on Sunday, if possible, is even more moving than the baptism.

5. And the new member's testimony is even more moving than that.

6. Two Laurels sing a gorgeous counterpoint rendition of "I Know That My Redeemer Lives."

7. Talks by the high council rep and his wife are terrific. (He tells a great new story I actually haven't heard before.)

8. Two of my favorite women teach Gospel Doctrine and Relief Society (one is a substitute). Both lessons inspire and motivate me.

9. The cold I can feel coming on finally succumbs to Airborne. (It does too work. For me, anyway.)

10. Fall arrives! I can smell it.

And Thanksgiving is just around the corner. 

A perfect weekend.