One year ago today we said goodbye to Timothy at the missionary training center in Provo. I cried the whole way home and Paige and I collapsed in our living room. I fell asleep, but awoke to this little ornament that had turned on while I cry-slept. I didn’t know it would be the comfort I would need in that moment, and for many days, all the days of December 2021.
The ornament is still here a year later, with fresh new batteries that arrived this afternoon, just in time to commemorate a year of tender mercies for my Timothy and for me.
