Picture this:
Every floor filled with cots, sleeping bags, pillows, blankets.
One more spot was needed, but where would it be?
Well, how about the floor of the walk-in closet...
So, she willingly, laughingly agreed to sleep in the closet.
And, that's how I saw her on Sunday morning - coming out of the closet.
Oh, I love family gatherings!
A Sunday in May
The Gym Rats go to church to listen to Freddy Wearrien....we all clean up pretty well. Marty had not been to a Sacrament meeting in YEARS....
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