Each day of our lives we make deposits in the memory bank of our children. - Unknown
I grew up in a home where my
parents treated each other as equals. We knew father loved mother because they never argued in front of us. There is only one disagreement I remember them having and to solve it, my father took my mother for a ride. When they came in the house they were happy. They worked together to teach their children how to work. Father provided and mother cooked delicious meals, cleaned the house, washed and ironed the clothes and both of them tenderly cared for a sick child in the family. They worshiped together and served at the side on each other as they taught their children and others the gospel of Jesus Christ. Family prayer was a must as well as reading the scriptures and encouraging their children to follow their example. Family vacations were a must along with the celebration of holidays. Blessed beyond measure are children who come from such a hom
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