I have a cold that would stop a moose. I'm tired, too. So I'll spare you another of my boring (but sincere) harangues tonight. Let's just look at some pictures of this past weekend. Dante came to see us, a minor miracle in itself. We also got to put him in the same room with his nieces and nephews whose clever costumes you just saw in Mary's blog. When we took him back to Mtn. Home, we stopped at the Perrine Bridge and at the Twin Falls Temple for photos. It's expensive and hard to get together with my fifth child, but it's always worth it. I love him greatly.
