You know, like witnessing your dad receive the Priesthood isn't a big deal at all.
After church and the ordination, we got to hang out with Michelle, Allyson, and Grandpa which was way fun. We thought we lost Grandpa for a time though, which was sort of scary, because only heaven knows where he would have gone. Luckily though, my eagle's eye spotted him, and Mitch and I were able to retrieve him from down the street. We ate a delicious dinner prepared by our mother (an excellent and gracious cook), and then we listened to funny, FUNNY stories told by dad. Which, we figured out were funny because we weren't there. To elaborate on this confusing statement, the conversation in which this epiphany came to us went something like this:
"Dad tells the funniest stories about things that were long ago."
"Only from long ago?"
"Yeah, the stories he tells about things that happened recently usually aren't very funny."
"Do you think that it may possibly have to do with the fact that we know what happened in the recent stories, and when he doesn't tell them exactly how we remember them, we get caught up in the details he forgets? And that because we weren't there in his stories of long ago, we don't know what he's leaving out, so they're funnier to us?"
"Yeah, probably."
It was a pretty great epiphany, if I do say so myself.
-Celeste.
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