Anyways...while we were waiting for church to start, a lady in my ward came up to see her and told her that this was her special day. I had not thought of it like that before. Duh. As the meeting started, I looked down at her and thought, 'This IS your special day! You are special! You are a daughter of God and have such huge potential and I am here to help you see that!' It immediately brought tears to my eyes to think that this special little spirit was entrusted to me and her dad to take care of and help teach her the good things of this world.
After church, everyone came back to the house to eat a yummy breakfast. We paid homage to my Dad and made his famous Sunday buttermilk waffles. This was my way of including him in the celebration but I'm pretty sure he was already hanging out:)
