there is not much that signals that Fall is here better than General Conference.
it is one of those things that recalls memories of sight, smell, and sound all at once!
cinnamon rolls in Joe's basement.
Zach's cream cheese scrambled eggs at Matt's apartment in Logan (Christa? remember?)
crunchy leaves walking down West Temple waiting in line to go in.
buying the all-time greatest black heels at Marshall's in Crystal in between sessions
Schlotszky's for lunch in between sessions on Saturday
raking leaves while it blared on Dad's radio
watching for Uncle Karl in the Mormon Tabernacle Choir knowing so many of our family were doing the exact same thing at that exact same moment!
General Conference is when we gather to hear the prophet speak.
we listen, learn, and ponder what we need to be doing better.
we feel the Spirit and we leave stronger than when we came.
General Conference is beautiful music, inspired words, and knowing that Heavenly Father truly knows exactly what I needed to hear!i am so excited!
I am a mother.
I am a speech therapist.
I am a crafter and a blogger.
I am a Mormon.