We spent this Valentine's Day at the funeral of Jonny's uncle Robert Pommerville. I never met Bob but I found myself wishing I could have as I heard his friends and family talk about him. I found myself in tears many times as I was touched by the life he lived and the person he was. I felt a desire to be like him in many ways. There is such a sweet spirit at funerals that always draws me closer to my Heavenly Father. I'm so grateful we were able to attend. I needed that spiritual push.

One of his daughters told of when she was younger she would lay on her father's chest when she was afraid. She spoke of how it comforted her and she felt safe. The story made me think of my own little family. My two kids LOVE to lay on their daddy's chest. Jonny can always get Lukey to sleep that way and it is the quickest way to calm Abby down when she wakes up at night. Mama tries to do that occasionally with them and they HATE it! It is something special that only their daddy can do. It makes me smile.