This is one of my all-time favorite students. Former students. (She graduated early and entered BYU-I in January, so our last lesson was in December.) She invited me and the Mister to her last concert of the semester...the Brahms Requiem with the BYU-I combined choirs and Symphony Orchestra. It was amazing. Kate makes me proud. She's why I teach. It was a sentimental journey to see one of my students playing in the same concert hall I spent literally hundreds of hours playing in as well. She is so talented and dedicated. I am grateful for her example, talent, ambition and dedication. And I forgive the fact that she's a Utes fan all the way. I can look past that. At least she's not a democrat.
Monday I went to bed not feeling well. When I woke up at 6 the next morning in preparation for my early morning group lesson, I found that the Mister had stayed up late sweeping and mopping all of our floors! (And believe me, we have a TON of tile on our main floor.) I love that guy. I'm grateful for his love.
During FHE this week, 4-year-old Caleb made the comment, "Satan doesn't have a very good future, does he? But we do, right Dad?" I'm grateful for the lesson Caleb taught me that night...what a literal doctrine--he gets it.
Today for the closing hymn in sacrament meeting, we sang "He Is Risen." I could not hold back the tears of gratitude and love I feel for the Savior. Jeffrey R. Holland once said, "Because the tomb is empty, our lives are not." I know that He lives. And I love Him.
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