“I Lost My Mormon Boy”
“I don’t want to go to church anymore.” I can’t remember where I was when my husband said this to me, but I remember what I thought: You’re giving up? It’s difficult to explain how loaded that sentence was to someone who isn’t Mormon, but trust me when I say that those eight words were earth shattering. They represented an entire future lost: no baptisms, no father’s blessings, no one by my side on Sundays. No temple visits together, and if our kids do get married in the temple, then no Dad in attendance. I married Dane in the temple in a ceremony […]
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