Wanted: A boy who actually goes to Priesthood Session.
To be my sweetheart.
. . .
Conference was so good today.
I mean, it's always good.
Around 7, I went to Smith's with Rachel for groceries.
It was beautiful out: warm and cloudy.
I was having a great time walking lazily home with my shopping bags.
Then I passed the chapel that's a block from my apartment.
Through the windows, I could see men in white shirts, listening to the Priesthood Session.
There was a window open, and I could hear the faint sound of the broadcast.
So I stopped to listen.
It was President Monson speaking.