The music was absolutely THRILLING.
I was transported.
And, I was grateful I could hear it.
I was thankful I could hear my grandson sitting beside me chattering away.
What a blessing to be able to hear.
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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