Mother's Day weekend Aaron, Cade, and I went up to Kaysville for a BBQ and to talk to Tyler (he's serving in Johannesburg South Africa).
After church, Aaron took Cade out to the car to get him in his seat. We got him buckled in...
FYI: it takes FOR-EVER to get anywhere with a baby
and took off.
As we're driving down the road I hear Aaron yell
"MY BOOK OF MORMON!"
We look back, and there, lying in the middle of the road, is a small dark blob. He'd put it on the top of the car when he put Cade in, and we'd driven off before placing it back safely inside the car.
Me: "We can still go back and get it"
Aaron: "Ya, but I'd feel stupid running across the street to get a book. Oh well."
Thankfully Corinne didn't share that opinion.
We got home, and she walks out of her car, carrying a Book of Mormon. She walked up to our car, and leaned in--
"I was driving home from church and I noticed a Book of Mormon lying in the road. I felt like it was sacreligious to leave it there, and so I ran across the freeway to get it."
Long pause
"Then I open up the front cover and guess who's name is written in the front?"
At least we know that Corinne has a testimony
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