Happy to Help

I have a soft spot in my heart for the Elders.  I love them all no matter where they are serving.  I have always loved the Elders, but I love them even more now that one of those Elders out in the field is my very own son.  I admire their courage and their desire to serve the Lord.  I admire their maturity (well, most of the time) and I admire them for wanting to help others find out about Jesus Christ.  They work hard and they are growing into men.  The Elders in our ward have figured out that I can sew and    because of that I have fixed a fare share of ripped pants and hems.  Just last week one of the Elders in our ward called and said his hem had ripped out and was wondering if I could fix it for him.  Of course!!!  He was over at the house in about thirty minutes with the raggedy pants.  I told him I could have it done in about ten minutes if he just wanted to wait for them.  I offered them cake and ice cream while they were waiting, but they opted to head outside and play basketball with Landon and Easton.  As I promised the pants were done in about ten minutes, but the Elders kept playing basketball for a while longer before heading out.  One of the Elders even grabbed Dallin's old shoes out of the shoe pile and put them on so he could really play hard.  Gotta love those Elders.  I hope that somewhere down in Brazil there is a nice Mom who will help my son when he needs it.  That's what Mom's do for missionaries you know, no matter where they are serving!