Friday morning I walked off my on-time flight and zipped through the brand new, shiny Provo airport. I hopped in my car in the free parking lot and zipped off, amazed at how smoothly it all went. The reason I was back in Provo was that my eldest son called me the other day and invited me to attend his ward’s Father & Sons outing with him and his boys. I’m pretty sure I accepted the invite before he completed making it. I had a li...
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