Week 50.

This week's blessing is sacred to me, perhaps too sacred to talk about properly. But I will try. The week was full of stress and trial. We had to replace two tires on our Expedition, and we found out that David's car has to be completely replaced. David felt particularly bad about this last bit. Adding all this to the extra activities and expenses of the busy holiday season left us both feeling overwhelmed. I picked David up from work on Friday night, and we had one of the best conversations of the year. I reminded him, as I was reminded on the way to get him, of Elder Wirthlin's final talk: Come What May, And Love It. We determined to do just that. I was so grateful for living prophets and apostles, who receive heavenly inspiration and bless our lives in countless ways. Amist everything, David came home on Thursday in the afternoon to switch cars. I was at home, typing our Christmas letter. He leaned down and kissed me hard. He leaned his forehead on my cheek and said, "I'm so glad I have you in my life." The greatest blessing of my week was being in a covenant with David. Come what may. There is no greater blessing than to have each other in times of worry or sorrow or grief or joy. And to know that we are known by heaven. And I count these tender, poignant moments with David as the greatest blessings of my week.