I heard it from both sides today.
Our friend Jean, Marguerite‘s mom, flew off to go visit her grandson, Marguerite’s nephew. He’s in the bishopric in the student ward where he’s finishing his doctorate.
And there, sitting in that church in Ann Arbor, was our daughter Michelle.
Jean has known Michelle since she was a year old. Both of them had this jaw-on-the-ground moment of, What are YOU doing here?!
The answer, of course, was, finding themselves feeling very, very loved and treasured and suddenly very much at home.