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something to think about

i was on facebook earlier today and one of my friends had said jokingly "if youre looking for something to cry about read this.." so i clicked on it. it was a blog of someone that one of her friends follows. a blog about a family. a family that is going through a trial. youll have to read it to get the full affect. its http://dennyandwendy.blogspot.com/. (if you love to read, you will love this story more, its kind of long). their story made me think about things. think about what we are really here on this earth for. it touched my heart. it will make you cry guaranteed. it will also make you run to your husband/wife/children and tell them how much you love them.

there is short mormon message out now that also touches my heart. i was able to watch this when i was home for my surgery. then chris and i went to the temple the other day and they had it playing in the visitors center. so we watched it. you can watch it here lds.org. this story will also make you think twice about life. i especially love this story because she talks about how looks are not everything.

just thought id share these touching stories with you because i needed to hear them today. i have not been super nice to chris today. (im sorry babe!)

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  1. James and I read that blog the other night; such a sad story. And so is the one about the Nielsons. Things like that really do make you stop and think, huh? Have you seen this other one from Mormon Messages? http://lds.org/ldsorg/v/index.jsp?autoplay=true&index=1&locale=0&sourceId=674240dcb9d1a210VgnVCM100000176f620a____&vgnextoid=bd163ca6e9aa3210VgnVCM1000003a94610aRCRD (copy and paste it) It's so sad but such a great lesson is taught! But we all have bad days too and I'm sure that Chris knows without a doubt that you love him :) You guys are cute!

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