Together

{Hill Cumorah}


My family is reading the Book of Mormon.

Together.

Well, kind of.

You see five of us live in New Mexico. Five in Idaho. And one in Utah.

So realistically, we aren't reading the Book of Mormon together at 6:30 in the morning before early morning classes or between piano lessons or while eating breakfast or while lying in front of the fire place in the house on Lancaster like we did growing up.

Though I wish we were. Those memories are not only great, but hilarious.

Rather, we are reading together - while apart - and - accepting an invitation from our parents.

They sent us each a letter this week and promised "that if we not only read, but attend the temple, serve, etc. then it will make us each a better person and that it will make our whole family stronger because all of us will be working on the same thing."

Granted, none of this is new to our family.

However, it is a testimony to me that . . .

1 - my parents have a testimony that this will improve our lives and make us stronger as a family
2 - they are heeding the prophet's counsel to rear your children in righteousness (even if they are grown)
3 - this is something the two of them have thought about together, further proving their love to each other and us

Aren't they great? Last month they celebrated 30 years together. 3-0

And to think that is almost as old as my new roommate.


I know we aren't supposed to gamble, but somewhere in the pre-existence I bought a ticket and won the parent lottery.