Wednesday, January 14, 2009

A Word About My Brother


I know this is way past due but i couldn't leave our break without talking about the time we spent in Utah. The ten hour drive from California to Utah went really smoothly and we arrived just the day before Clark's farewell. He is going to the Canada, Calgary mission. Clark did such a good job. He gave a fabulous talk. I loved listening to it. I could hardly believe that the very handsome, smart, wise young man at the pulpit was my baby brother. I am excited for him to be a missionary. He has already mastered so many of the necessary qualities that i think the next two years will be wonderful for him. Our family sang a musical number. We did okay except that Holly, Clark's twin sister, started crying almost as soon as we started. It was a little funny trying to keep it together to finish the song. After church my mom put together a fabulous spread for family and friends. Upstairs was sandwiches, chips, veggies, cookies, etc. and downstairs was a fully loaded cereal bar (Clark inspired). It was a fun day to be with extended family. I am so proud of Clark. He is a really amazing person. The people of Canada are very lucky to have him in their midst (i hope they let him into their homes and keep him from freezing). I moved from home when he was just 8 and missed alot of his growing up but it is awesome to see what he has become. I know he will be an excellent representative of Jesus Christ and his Church. He loves his Savior and he lives like Jesus would. Love you, Clark, remember your SPARKLE.

3 comments:

Michal Thompson said...

Don't you love the way they grow up- nate did it once too! When He got back from my mission I barely knew who he was.

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Landra Adams said...

Hi! I read your last entry about your brother's farewell and was reminded of my own big brother's farewell some 40 years ago. All six of us siblings tried to sing the song "I'll Walk With God" (which is one of my favorites) and I started to cry and couldn't stop. And then, others started to cry and I think my missionary brother was the only one who finished the last line. It's a found memory and one I really cherish.

Hope all is well with you all.