October 31, 2009
Brigham was baptized Halloween morning.
He was the picture of organization for a little eight year-old boy.
He woke up early.
He asked me to iron his sunday shirt.
He was dressed and ready to go before any of us.
He reminded us that we HAD to be at the church at 9:30am, sharp.
He was my sweet, diligent Brigham.
My heart was close to bursting with love, gratitude, and real, tangible happiness.
My boy is on his way.
Ben was so sweet, so tender, so kind, and so touched as he helped Brigham through it all.
I love him.
Often I think I really don't deserve someone as selfless as Ben.
I'm counting my blessings.
I'm losing count . . .