A Special Day

Dear Hazen,

Tonight you were very lucky. You had the opportunity to be only feet away from one of the greatest men who has ever walked the earth. Your daddy held you in your arms as we paid our final respects to our dear Prophet, Gordon B. Hinckley. Many in the room cried, but not you. You just looked. You looked at him, and the Spirit in the room was unmistakable. I like to think that somewhere in that sweet little mind of yours, you knew how important and wonderful the man that you looked at was. We're going to miss him, aren't we? I remember the last time I heard him speak. We were at home, just you and me, and we lay snuggled up on the couch. You had only been home with me for 1 day, and every time he spoke words of love and peace, I held you closer.

Tonight, as we looked upon the resting body of our Prophet, I realized all of the great Prophets you will see come and go in your life. We're so lucky that we belong to a Church that is led by such great men. I hope you will pay close attention to their testimonies, because by doing so, you will learn to love them and the Savior, just like your Mom did.

As we left, and prepared to go home, we stopped by a floral arrangement. It said,

"Dear Grandpa,

We will always:

Be Grateful, Be Smart, Be Clean, Be True, Be Humble, and Be Prayerful,

Because we Love you.

Love, Your Great-Grandkids"

Hazen, we all have a lot to learn in this life. What a great roadmap with where to start. I love you, little boy.

Love, Your Mama