I addressed the global audience in Salt Lake City at the
World Congress of Families last week.
During my sharing, I emphasized the essential role of my family
played in facilitating my recovery and healing process.
I am immensely grateful to my parents, siblings,
and extended family for being my support system
and always being there for me whenever I needed them.
To me, the most incredible aspect of being a part of a family
is the abundance of love and backing that one receives in times of need.
This is what I chose to highlight in my speech.
Then we packed up, got lunch, and drove
the children to Park City, about 30 minutes south of Salt Lake City.
My friend Amber had told me about a beautiful
quaint cemetery at the base of the mountains.
The cemetery has hundreds of men, women, and children who passed away
hundreds of years ago when Park City was a mining town.
We all tried to find our names written on the ornate gravestones. We
didn't search the entire cemetery because it was getting freezing,
but we ended up finding Nicholas, Claire, Jane, Christian, and
Oliver.
No, Charlotte (I was surprised) and Stephanie (unsurprised).
So I settled with "mother," and we found "baby" for Lottie.
It was a really fun Halloween activity and super interesting!
