“Lord, Is It I?” Seeing ourselves clearly is the beginning of wisdom

I haven't been able to sleep tonight, so when I got  up and saw this talk on facebook, Is It I? (click on  for link) by President Deiter F. Uchtdorf, I knew it was the answer to my insomnia. I think about this every day, every night .... We are always talking people here. We are called to serve as YSA missionaries and the statistics are heartbreaking. One ward has over 100 YSA on their rolls and only. Most wards are the same. The why's have filled my thoughts and time and obviously my sleep.  We cook food for meetings and maybe 12-20 come to Institute and not many more than 5-8 at Family Home Evenings (FHE) on Thursday night. I know that each one is valuable and even if just one showed up it would be "worth" the effort, but there has to be more we can do ... It is difficult to know where to start, so if anyone has any suggestions or answers let us know. There are so many who are living below their spiritual potential and  blessings. The future leadership of the Church in England or at least the membership is in peril! And the scriptures are clear,  "When thou art converted strengthen  thy brethern."  It reminds me a great deal of my readings in the Book of Mormon on the Pride Cycle, or not even pride, just loss of faith, or tired ...  I love Elder Uchtdorf's 2013 talk,  Come Join With Us." I think a landmark talk where he said, "Doubt your doubts, before you doubt you faith," and while I am searching for things to tell people, my own missionary dialogue,  and resources to help me form that dialogue and give words to my faith I have read and listened to many things. I don't know how to plead to anyone and I would like to plead ...

Many, maybe never were fully converted, many of us aren't, many lack support, many have fallen to the large and spacious building or the pride cycle in the Book of Mormon, the world has consumed their faith and faithfulness, but for many I think it is just too hard, or they are hurt or choose to be offended, or it takes too much time or effort or they have or are looking in the wrong direction for peace and happiness or anything else of eternal worth, or they are just tired, sometimes tired of doing it alone. For some, their priorities are askew or they don't see their own value or worth or as Sister Rosemary Wixom said in her April 2015 conference address (this is the following night and I am reading again), some just have questions and are trying to find answers and their faith. She shares the following story of a young mother who had been  raised in the church and trying to find her own answers ...

... she read a book of the writings of Mother Teresa, who had shared similar feelings. In a 1953 letter, Mother Teresa wrote: “Please pray specially for me that I may not spoil His work and that Our Lord may show Himself--for there is such terrible darkness within me, as if everything was dead. It has been like this more or less from the time I started ‘the work.’ Ask Our Lord to give me courage.”

Archbishop Périer responded: “God guides you, dear Mother; you are not so much in the dark as you think. The path to be followed may not always be clear at once. Pray for light; do not decide too quickly, listen to what others have to say, consider their reasons. You will always find something to help you. … Guided by faith, by prayer, and by reason with a right intention, you have enough.”

My friend thought if Mother Teresa could live her religion without all the answers and without a feeling of clarity in all things, maybe she could too. She could take one simple step forward in faith--and then another. She could focus on the truths she did believe and let those truths fill her mind and heart.

Someone once told me that not all those that are wandering are not always lost, they are just wandering.

I also just (2nd late night) read Scott's uncle, Elder Brent Nielsen's talk, "Waiting for the Prodigal " from  the same conference and I sit here in  tears.  I remember the talk, but didn't know Elder Nielsen at the time. It follows the story of his sister Susan who left the church, " However, in 1994 our sister, Susan, became disenchanted with the Church and some of its teachings. She was persuaded by those who mocked and criticized the early leaders of the Church. She allowed her faith in living prophets and apostles to diminish. Over time, her doubts overcame her faith, and she chose to leave the Church." They continued to love and surround Susan and her family over the years and never gave up hope that she would return. At the close of his talk he says, "

" Susan describes this experience just as Lehi described it in the Book of Mormon. She let go of the iron rod and found herself in a mist of darkness (see 1 Nephi 8:23). She states that she did not know she was lost until her faith was reawakened by the Light of Christ, which brightly magnified the stark contrast between what she was experiencing in the world and what the Lord and her family were offering."

We talk to senior missionaries and ward leaders about the prevalence of  disregard for the prophets or the words and commandments especially those that talk about sexual morality. And that is not just nonmembers ... members  who have a complete knowledge of the gospel. We now even tell YSA to just come to church, even just Sunday School, and bring  their partners, hoping that they will feel the spirit again and want to come back. I know this is not just in England  and that this happens in Bountiful, Utah also, but here the numbers are staggering. Marriage is just not the norm. It is another reason they fall away from their faith. We have joked with the missionaries that maybe they could have a questionnaire that reads, "Do you smoke or drink alcohol?" "Do you have transportation?" "Are you married?" Do you have a job (added by the ward mission leader),  Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick! Missionary work is hard when you have to help them stop smoking and drinking and get them married. On Guernsey we even offered to host a reception and wedding in our house for a couple.  We prayed for them and tool their names to the temple often and instead of accepting our offer they broke up after seventeen years. I am not sure if our praying worked or maybe it did.

If you expect to find perfect people here, you will be disappointed. But if you seek the pure doctrine of Christ, the word of God “which healeth the wounded soul,”and the sanctifying influence of the Holy Ghost, then here you will find them. In this age of waning faith—in this age when so many feel distanced from heaven’s embrace—here you will find a people who yearn to know and draw closer to their Savior by serving God and fellowmen, just like you. Come, join with us!       

I am reminded of a time in the Savior’s life when many abandoned Him. Jesus asked His twelve disciples: “Will ye also go away? “Then Simon Peter answered him, Lord, to whom shall we go? thou hast the words of eternal life.”There are times when we have to answer the same question. Will we also go away? Or will we, like Peter, hold fast to the words of eternal life? If you seek truth, meaning, and a way to transform faith into action; if you are looking for a place of belonging: Come, join with us! If you have left the faith you once embraced: Come back again. Join with us! If you are tempted to give up: Stay yet a little longer. There is room for you here. I plead with all who hear or read these words: Come, join with us. Come heed the call of the gentle Christ. Take up your cross and follow Him. Come, join with us! For here you will find what is precious beyond price. I testify that here you will find the words of eternal life, the promise of blessed redemption, and the pathway to peace and happiness. I earnestly pray that your own search for truth will impress upon your heart the desire to come and join with us. In the sacred name of Jesus Christ, amen. (President Deiter Uchtdorf,  2013, Come Join With Us )

We have a friend who has apparently been involved with a group of members who go around the country (U.S.) to talk to people who are not active in the church and attempt to have a spiritual dialogue with them and answer their questions. I don't know the name of the group, but I was trying to research it the other day and it may be the group "Faith Again." I know Terryl and Fiona Givens, https://www.terrylgivens.com/ the authors of  "The Christ Who Heals" (Deseret 2017); "The Crucible of Doubt" (Deseret 2014), and "The God Who Weeps" (Deseret, 2012) are somehow connected to the group. I haven't read "The Christ Who Heals," but I am going to order it today.

(Hours later) Besides my reading in 3rd Nephi, today I have read and  listened to 'My Grace is Sufficient" by Brad Wilcox, and a podcast by him on LDS Perspectives, part of the "Infinite Atonement" by Tad Callister and the three conference talks I have referred to above.  I have read other passages of similar content on LDS Living. I just listened to the video " The Prodigal Son,  because I think we are always the son and the father. I would want to welcome back so many the same way and I am sure my Father thinks about me in the same light continually, "She was lost ..." 

Last Saturday night we took Thomas to dinner.  We love Thomas and he joined the church September 2, 2017 on Guernsey and left three days later for college in Chichester. We face-timed with the senior missionaries before he left and thought we had him connected to the sister missionaries. They both moved soon after his arrival. He came to church once and then everyone changed and he apparently was "jumped" in Chichester and had to have surgery to move his cheekbone back in place. Thomas was "lost." We invited him to dinner in Chichester two Saturdays ago, just after he got back  from Christmas break and when I saw him on the High Street (South Street) I cried (I know some of you think that is just normal). I was so glad to see him.  If it had been appropriate and I could still run, I would have run to meet  him. After dinner we talked to him about coming to church and at first I didn't know if he would, but he exercised faith and came, he said, "He would try it again." I had someone meet him at the train station in Chichester and then someone brought him back after the second hour as he had a practice. We went to his volleyball game that Wednesday in the pouring and sleeting rain,  he came  to church again and this time a young couple volunteered to pick  him up each Sunday.  I bring him dinner each Sunday as he misses the only cafeteria meal of the day when he stays for the two hours. I feel like my son has come home! The Wells, who are on Guernsey told us that President Crew and Elder Wells visited with Greta when he was last on Guernsey and told her to just come when she could for as long as she wanted, but to at least take the sacrament. Greta didn't come that first Sunday but she came the next. JOY for both Elder Hewlett and I. We have told you how much we love Greta and that her not wanting to come again broke my heart. President Crew has such love and speaks with such love and we have such love for him and faith in him. Those two experiences have brought me so much JOY! I wish I could see many, many more souls return, and if I am joyful, I know my Father In  Heaven is joyful, after all we are all his children and we are all brothers and sisters. That is the power of Grace and the Atonement. A quote on  the wall in front of me relates ( maybe it doesn't relate at all)  in some way to all of us who struggle, feel like we fall short or are alone and sometimes loose some faith,

When in situations of stress, we wonder if there is any more in us to give, we can be comforted to know that God, who knows our capabilities perfectly, placed  us here to succeed.  No one was foreordained to fail or to be wicked. When we  have been weighed and found wanting, let us remember that we were measured before and were found equal to our tasks; and therefore, let us continue but with a more determined discipleship." (Elder Maxwell Ensign, Feb 1979,73.)

"One's  life, therefore, cannot be both faith-filled and stress-free ... Therefore, how can you and I really expect to glide naively through life,a s if to say,  "Lord, give me experience, but not grief, not sorrow,  not pain, not opposition, not betrayal, and certainly not to be forsaken.  Keep from me, Lord, all those experiences which made Thee what Thou Art! Then let me come and dwell with Thee and fully share Thy joy!" 

Wow, this is long and it started in the middle of last night. It is time to try the middle of the night again. (I tried it and I am back at the computer). I am not one who often says it came to me in the middle of the night, but I can tell you when I got up this morning, I could not find on my facebook page the post I found  last night, "Lord is it I?" I would love to serve more deeply, more meaningfully and certainly be better/ I have a lot to work on. Hopefully this spiritual wandering has helped the past few days. I have moved from, "Is it I," to lost sheep and everywhere in between. Maybe I have to take care of  myself before I can help others. That is where I have been led. I still do not know what to do. (Sorry this is a pretty heavy post)

Private Robert J. Broomfield and Greta ... on my mind!

I remember, I remember, when the country went to war
When the threat of Nazi Germany was shadowing our shore
When the voice of Neville Chamberlain came on the air to say
"The British Isle is now at war" on that warm  September day

I remember,  I remember how little lost evacuees
Came invading our school playground, gasmasks banging around their knees
Cheery, sad and poorly clad. We eyed the strangers up and down
Country children, children out of danger, Cockney kids from Canning town.

I remember, I remember - was it fifty years ago?
How everybody pulled together then against the common foe
"Save - not spend"  "Make do and mend" and "Dig for victory," they said
How little waste there was in those days, how valuable a loaf of bread.

I remember,  I remember,  signs of war were everywhere
Army lorries on maneuvers Bienheim bombers in the air,
"Right men! Left men! R.A.F. men. Someones's husband, brother, son.
Off to fight for king and country in the was against the Hun.

I remember, I remember when it wasn't really strange
To see an air-raid warden call and hastily to rearrange
The blackout curtain just in case the man should see a chink of light
Given signals to a German overheard at dead of  night

I was just a schoolgirl then and-well, it has to be confessed
I didn't mind, when in the middle of a horrid history test
The air-raid warning went and caused an interruption in the class
As we hurried to a safer place one by one  they up and left
Ken and George and Dick and William. Cousin James and brother Jack
All received their call-up papers. Many never did come back.

I remember, I remember just before we went to bed
Standing on  the lawn and watching as the distant sky turned red
Not alas t he evening sunset, this was London in the blitz
Only thirty miles from us were people being blown to bits.

I remember, I remember how the chiming of Big Ben
Reverberated around the room as Dad turned on the news again.
Parents thoughtful sombre faces as they heard how planes were lost
Ships torpedoed, soldiers missing, Freedom's terrifying cost.

And again, I remember being frightened as I saw
A "doolebug" come chugging past as O stood rooted to the floor
Watching, waiting at the window, "Please God don't let it stop"
For when the engine coughed and cut out, then the dreadful thing would drop.

O and then I can remember when the darkest days were there
How the British people gathered for a  national day of prayer.
Backs were up against a wall and situations such as these
Brings a nation back to God and brings it to its knees

Was the apple blossom booming  sweetly on the orchard bough?
Were the Willow and Chestnut lovely as they are now?
Did the bright Clematis gambol gaily around the cottage door?
And did the Blackbird sing it's heart out just as though we weren't at war?

Yes, from what I can remember, as  I look back and reflect
Heartbreak, death and devastation on these things have no effect.
God has set the world in motion. Man alone is given a choice
Nature follows his instructions, Man can just ignore his voice.

I remember, I remember that Tuesday on the 8th of May
And how the world was given tidings,  "Peace at last, "Twas Victory Day."
Church bells rang, bonfires were lighted. There was dancing in the square
"Now thank we all our God" we sang-and many people left Him there.

Once again we need to gather, crying out, "What have we done,
What has happened to our nation since the war was fought and won.
Then we turned to God to save us in our time of desperate need.
Now men worship other Gods and follow in another creed.

The lessons seem to be forgotten. That is why the memory
Must be preserved if only as the guardian of our liberty
But the words our dear King gave us ,that first Christmas of the war
Still apply to us today as ever did before

"I said to him who I saw standing at the gateway of the year
give me a light so I tread safely in this unknown path I fear"
And he replied "Go in darkness,  Place your hand in that of God
It shall be a better light. Safer than any path you've trod."
-Mrs. Rebecca Cook, farm near Hitchen

I have had a few moments this past week, while doing some family history research, to share with a second cousin who I have just discovered. Another post for that. I had for many years a copy of a

My grandmother's handwriting at the bottom

Remembrance card of my great uncle, Private R.J. Broomfield. I must have copied it from something my grandmother or my mother had, but in looking for more Broomfield information I came across some of his personal war-related documents online. I was sobered and sat for a long time looking at them. I love history. I took my mother and my aunt Angela to Belgium to see their father's homeland and to England to see their mother's homeland. Along the way, before we borded the ferry joining the two countries we passed rows and rows of graveyards with simple white crosses and tried to find the war sites in Normandy. But these documents silenced me for a while and I still feel that emotion - reverence!  He was a young boy in one census, a young man in another, then there were his enlisting papers and then the war documents citing his death in France or Belgium. I looked up the cemetery and the memorial. My father served in WW II, but never left Newfoundland. We just saw the movie, "The Darkest Hour, " and everything in England speaks to this history, all  the memorials, poppies on Remembrance Day, old villages, some of  which were leveled and certainly the destruction in London. Fathers and brothers and uncles were lost. When I brought my mother to England a distant



Greta as a young girl

relative in Leigh-on-Sea talked about Queenie, who ran a round helping people with a tin pan on her head for protection. When we lived in Guernsey we lived 10 miles off the coast of France. Guernsey was occupied by the Germans for five years. People we know were evacuated as children. There are still "V"s on some homes that indicated they had been occupied by Germans and some of  the V's have laurel leaf V's below them that indicate "Victory." Greta S. read the above poem in church on Remembrance Day in November. She prefaced it telling us that she had tried to come up with something to say and it wasn't working and then her daughter found this poem and it said everything she would have wanted to say.  I might add, we love, love, love Greta. We love to sit by her coal fire in her little cottage on the crook of the road.and just talk. I wanted to buy the cottage across the street. When we left her home, eighty-nine year old Greta would go out and look for cars for us and try and stop traffic. She had a wonderful sense of humor.  We raced to finish the Book of Mormon  together and we were going to go to lunch. The elders "practice taught" her with new missionaries and for awhile it really spiritually supported Greta. She came back to church about the same time we landed on the shores of Guernsey and left just before we left. I am not sure I have felt such sadness. I literally wept for a couple of days. We didn't want to loose anyone and it was a constant "battle." Baptize one and one would leave. One member Shirley Greaves did a lot to comfort me, telling me that they aren't like us. They don't go to the church on the corner their whole lives (I didn't either). Greta wanted a large, old church to go to for peace. I said she really wanted a temple,  although the temple was confusing to her. I visited with Greta and took her a flowers and a poinsettia before we left. We visited with Greta and prayed with Greta before we left and I still cried. Greta is eighty-nine years old and doesn't act a day older than me, in fact she acts younger than I do, as she swims 30 minutes every day, and still drives on the narrow roads of Guernsey, at least during the day and would drive people home from church. One day she took Brenda J, home from church after Sacrament meeting and told the missionaries they were going to the "pub." I had to talk to Brenda and tell her she was being a bad influence. I love, love Brenda too. We are kindred spirits and she could be  my older sister. She told me tonight she looks  younger than I do. Greta was evacuated from a park as a child and lived for five years with her family in England.  In fact her father was one of the last to leave Alderney (which later became a prisoner of war camp) and the family landed in three waves on England.  Her older sister was pregnant at the time and eventually her mother got them all together for the five occupation years and then they returned to Guernsey. So this  poem was Greta's Remembrance Day talk and she read this tiny print with such feeling and spirit. And I have thought a great deal about the war, and all  those that were either relocated or died. We don't see the effects of ward in  America, although those who loose sons and daughters and fathers, and parts of their bodies or feel emotional trauma see and feel the effects of war. I can't even imagine loosing one family members to war let alone more than one and neighbors and friends. Nothing more to be said, except I will always miss Greta and family and war and  England has definitely given me reason to reflect and be grateful for so many things. I have always loved Remembrance Day.  I even have a poppy to wear in Utah. "Lest we forget!"

 

 

War  Memorial  is at Villers-Bretonneux

 

Death in battle record

Inscription on  War Memorial

Guernsey War Memorial Remembrance Day	Our church wreath placed at the War  Memorial  on Guernsey for Remembrance Day. We were only one of two churches this years (2017) and the only church last year to place a wreath at the memorial.

 

 

 

 

COMMON HOPES AND GOALS .... This list could have come from anyone

Sunday, while Elder Hewlett and I were setting up our classroom I went to take some "rubbish" into the kitchen and found this note on a small table which was overflowing with bags, junk and even food. I could have written it, you could have written it, or it could have been written one hundred years ago or yesterday,

but here in our little Chichester Ward/Building someone shared the desires of all of our collective hearts and souls. We just want to be "better" here, take care of our loved ones, be useful to the Lord and "keep our faith." The saints are no different here than they are in Bountiful, Utah or South Africa, or in Winnipeg, Canada, or in Guernsey. They worship and pray to the same God,  their desires are simple and no matter the size of our homes, or the clothes we wear, or the cars we drive it is pretty simple ... "keep our faith and finish our course." That is one of the reasons I love the temple. We are one and usually we know little of the person who sits and stands beside us, except they are there to serve and learn and find peace and "be better." That's all, it's a simple story today. These are my goals also and this I believe.

Christmas in England Part Deux ... London and Stephanie and JESUS!

Ritz Carlton around corner from our hotel

We picked Stephanie up at Heathrow airport December 22, 2017 at about 12:30 p.m. and I had already booked a room  at the Holiday Inn Mayfair, in the middle of the shopping district, not far from Picadilly, and right on a good bus route. (All places are on a good bus route) She had already seen most of the London tourist attraction, so it seemed as if Christma in London should include shopping, lights, theater etc.and we weren't disappointed. So we were off to the hotel, entering what we didn't know was the  "congestion zone," without having prepaid. We knew nothing about congestion fees, so the "entering congestion  zone" sign meant nothing to us. It does now! (more on that later) We found the hotel and I had made sure it had parking, which was wonderful and they would keep our car until we left not for just 24 hours or overnight.  Stephanie was "dead tired" and

London lights

hadn't slept on the plane so she required a few hours of sleep before we set out. Steve and I waited patiently reading etc. In hindsight we could have ventured out, but we really didn't know the area well. Stephanie, having mildly recovered we headed towards Picadilly. We were not far from a lot of places but headed I think north, stopping at stores along  the way, some of  which I have never heard of before. One in particular had wonderful food gifts and specialty gifts and was packed. It was a good browse and would have been more if I permanently lived closer. Farther "north" I think  Leicester Square where I relaxed and people-watched and Stephanie and Steve went in search of theater tickets.

After some good London  shopping and dinner at the Slug and Lettuce  in  Leicester Square we walked (even though we had bus tickets for the day) to Old Dominion Theatre stopping at TKMaxx (instead of TJMaxx) and Primark (London clothes and London socks (stockings) for the missionaries Christmas morning. Old  Dominion Theatre is a huge theatre and we saw An American in Paris, which is Gene Kellyish. It was  good and is ending its  run so I am glad we saw it. Finally a bus ride back to the hotel and a much-awaited nights sleep for all of us. I need to interject that just the Christmas lights in London  may have been worth the visit. The next day Saturday we headed out after breakfast in the hotel to Harrod's to get an early morning Christmas visit. I did do some Cath Kidston shopping, but not a lot more ... but what  is Christmas without Harrod's especially if it is just down the road. Next off to the highly touted Christmas markets at Hyde Park. Not really that good, but again I came off with a few early 2018 Christmas gifts. a few more short stops, dropping things at the car, and o ne final trip toTrafalgar Square and I had hoped to the National  Portrait Gallery. I thought they had on display work  of George Jamesone, a  Gray ancestor, but in order to see  the works you had to have an appointment and even  ordering a print became a back and forth volley between sales people, so we left and headed back to get the car. One  more circle around  Buckinghamham  Palace to see the Queen and her Christmas decorations, which on the outside were too minimal a nd we were on the road back to our Christmas decorations and preparation  for Christmas Eve and Sunday.

Chichester Ward didn't disappoint. We held a very short Sacrament  meeting and then Bishop Bowles got up and made an announcement and initially said he had a 45 minute talk, but he didn't and we finished with a song and a prayer and then set up the room for a Carol Service, with a three piece brass band and numerous Christmas numbers and readings. It was wonderful. After that, the Midnight Mass at Chichester Cathedral was a wonderful cultural experience, but lacked the spirit of the Mormon Church service.  The Cathedral at 11:00 p.m. was packed and very traditional, but was canted and seemed devoid of feeling, at least for me.  I did love at one point when we turned to our neighbors and shook hands. At the end the people at the doors really expressed appreciation for our being there, with our tags on and all. They also passed along collection bags for a charity, which I thought was a wonderful idea. But it was a lot of standing and reciting words in the program with "smelly" incense and candles, albeit some nice music and a short sermon, about diversity and accepting people. Outside the rain was almost sleet and coming down very strongly, but we did get home (about an 11 mile trip) and safe in bed, after a little wrapping and a little more in the morning.

Elder Connor and Elder Epperson Christmas morning

Monday morning was a Hewlett (and apparently Elder Robbie Epperson) traditional Piggy Sausage Souffle (recipe adopted from Brett and Valerie Taylor), even Campbell's Mushroom Soup .... not easy or cheap to find Campbells's soup in the UK. (There soups are not condensed ... just pour and ready.) The missionaries came over and we had soufflé with fruit, juices, milk, chocolate and white and Stephanie had her Lucky Charms Christmas cereal, which is still here and then we opened gifts. Oh, before we opened gifts I need to add that we read and studied from Luke 2, the birth of the Savior. It was a great discussion  with Elder Epperson even going to Jesus the Christ for additional information.  Elder Epperson and Elder Connor's London stockings first ... more stockings, Chex Mix for Elder Epperson, Goldfish from  Elder Connor, deodorant of their choice, Star Wars toiletries of my choice, and miscellaneous other things. Stephanie - a sheepskin rug, miscellaneous decorations from my favorite store on Guernsey, Indica, a London tea cup, a London apron etc.I got a pair of walking shoes from Stephanie, my favorite dish detergent, new gray earrings and Dad got a new shirt and a new pair of jeans that fit him that he really needed. I should mention here that the kids also got me a new ipad for multiple celebrations and Anthony brought it when he came over. The rest of the day was very uneventful as there were no movies in theaters and I think we all had a good nap. Movies Boxing Day in Portsmouth (The Greatest Showman) with dinner at Nando's (supposedly a South African restaurant and the last day we had Stephanie here Stephanie and  I went to the afternoon theater in Southhampton and dinner at a wonderful traditional thatched-roof restaurant east of our home, called the Gribble Inn in Oving.
We dropped her of the next day at Heathrow, overloaded with a couple of extra suitcases of my shopping and my shopping for her Christmas. Christmas close to London ... Cheers!

Our Christmas tree in Havant. Our second Christmas tree. The first one we left in Guernsey.	Sweet decoration I got in one of my favorite stores in  Guernsey ... Evie and Me
Dad opening  up a gift from  Stephanie... a wonderful shirt	Stephanie opening a gift.