You thought I forgot what I was up to: detailing my forebears.
I didn't...I just got delayed.
Here is what I got delayed with:
But that's for later, for now I have to finish my sentiments on my elders.
Squishies maiden name is Prince.
Squishy Prince.
It was very royal sounding until she got married and became something nice...lee.
But more to the point, while we were in Utah we visited Grandma and Grandpa Mr. Right's parents.
We visited Grandma Mary of the previous post.
And we visited Grandpa Prince.
And his Grandma Princess despite all my correcting.
Mr. Right says, "Grandpa Prince is love personified."
If love were a smell you'd be lifted off the floor and waft around by your nose following its fragrance.
If love were a light you'd be blinded.
If love were a taste you'd eat it up and beg for more.
If love were a person it would be Grandpa Prince.
When I was young..er I was wandering around the church during youth night. I thought no one noticed me. Even worse if they did notice me they didn't really care. Silly teenage girl.
Grandpa Prince noticed. I turned a corner and there he was. Love personified. With his arms around me he looked me square in the eyes and without having to guess he told me how I felt.
Then he said something which I've forgotten by now, but which must have been lovely and sweet because that's how I felt as I walked away.
Is that too mild of an example?
Hmm...you are right I need more witnesses to such a grand claim.
I have to pull in Grandma Princess.
Grandma Princess is Grandpa's greatest enthusiast. She is everyone's greatest enthusiast.
If you sit with her even for a moment, you will notice that Grandma Princess is a cheerleader.
Sometimes her cheerleading sounds like other things, but if you really listen? Oh, she is cheering you, or whoever she's telling you about, on and up.
It's one of her greatest abilities: the ability to hoorah others.
So there we were, in Utah, listening to Grandma Princess champion all the people we haven't seen in months and months and hearing all the proud stories of her loved ones latest successes.
And that is when she related a motivating account of Grandpa's recent temple service.
Here is the sum of it: Apparently there are people out there in this world who rearrange their schedules and lives so they can attend the session he serves during and he can baptize them for the dead.
There are people who want him to remember them and are moved to tears when their lives move them forward and they can not attend his session.
There are people, young ones (I say this because sometimes young people get a bad rap) who are so aware of his ability to love that they send him cards and well-wishes and pictures of themselves smiling and living happy lives.
Maybe you don't get why this is a phenomenally big deal, so I'll tell you.
When you are serving in the temple, you don't really talk. You don't carry on a conversation. You don't ask someone how their pet is. You don't ask if they need some money. You don't hang a picture for someone. You don't drive long distances to help them if they're in trouble. You're not squishing them breathless with a hug. You're not tickling a child or singing "a bushel and a peck". Nope. Those things are all things Grandpa Prince does that show love, but they're not what he does in the temple.
Grandpa Prince radiates love.
Real love.
Incredible love.
Grandpa Prince can be in the same place at the same time as another child of God and he will humbly exude so much charity that the people near him are forever affected by that love and his example.
He is love. In person form.
What a very royal thing to be.