We took Megan and her two friends and their families to see the Hill Cumorah Pageant this year. We drove up on a Saturday, visited the Whitmer Farm and the Grandin Bookstore and the Smith family home and the Sacred Grove, and saw the Pageant after dusk. The next day, we came home, stopping by the Aaronic Priesthood Restoration site.
Living thousands of miles from my grandson, it is a grand honor to participate in some of his activities. So when the opportunity arose to attend one of his soccer games, we were delighted to accept the invitation. Although his team did not win, the game was not about winning but was about rewarding every member with the same rewards: a large conspicuous badge and a sumptuous frozen treat and a photo op of the team and coach. Although he did not score and at times seemed not to know what was going on, we enjoyed watching him grace the soccer field with his running around the whole field. He seemed to be saying to us to watch him, which we did with pleasure. I am proud of my grandson for trying. One day, I believe, he will be a great soccer player. But for now, he is still my favorite soccer player in America. And that's what counts. Go, Blake!


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