So many memories came flooding back. I forgot how when you talk to him for a long time your neck starts to hurt. I loved sitting with fellow missionaries (and their families) and watching him pull out his scriptures and start to lay out doctine with his deep cadences. I just let all the feelings and spirit just wash over me.
I loved talking to Sis. Hamula. I'd forgotten she always wanted to see what I was doodling next. We spent some quality time just going over idle doodles that I had in my clipboard. I showed her my "Mormon Cartoons," and she laughed and laughed at them.
I only saw one of my own comps and it was so good to see her. Her laugh is a wonderful thing. I'd forgotten how much I loved to hear it. I need to go visit her in Provo. It was neat seeing her and her kids.
I received some personal counsel from Pres. Hamula. It was exactly the right thing I needed to hear and left me frankly, stunned.
We also got a sneak preview of this upcoming General Conference. Batten down your hatches folks. I took my younger brother with me to my reunion and just for that little bit of what is coming he says he is glad he came. I joked that I brought him along to help field off awkward questions.
"Yes. Yes I am still drawing." hee hee.
I am in a good place and I am grateful for that. I am grateful for a great many things.