A week or so ago, my dear Duckie asked me to blog aomething that had happened to me, or us, or someone, but now I don't recall what that something to someone was.......... oh well. When she reads this blog, she'll probably remind me.
Anyways, my life is good...... real good.
Anyways, my life is good...... real good.
Okay, having been sufficiently reminded, I know what I was supposed to write about. Almost three weeks ago, my two mission boys drove all the way down from Utah to visit their daddy. All I can say is, I was blessed to have trained two of the greatest young men that I have ever known. Brandon Orr and Brian Kissell are simply amazing and nothing short of being two awesome guys.
On the left- Brian Kissell; Middle- Me; Right- Brandon Orr

Here I am with the boys right before I returned home. We were in the city of Ponta Grossa at the Stake Center.
The following morning, we had a gourmet breakfast of eggs and pancakes. Unfortunately, they had to leave the house by 7:00am so we didn't get any more chat time in.