Larsen's Loop

Last night some of my dearest  friends met up at the Park.  We started our lives out in the same neighborhood in Draper together and now after some 14 years or more many have moved to different places. It is so fun to get together and catch up on each others lives and share a few laughs. A funny thing happened, while we were still visiting someone noticed Elder Christofferson sitting at the picnic table next to us with some of his family.  He was gracious enough to come over and shake hands with each of us and visit a bit. He was very nice and personable.  I think meeting an apostle as a Mormon is a little like meeting a celebrity in our little world! ha ha.  We had such a great time, everyone's families have grown up so much now.  Three of us now have sons on missions (soon to be four when Michelles son Dallin leaves in November ) and  Our friend Marilyn brought her daughter Ashley...

We make the dusty trek from the house to the old mink sheds, just he and I. My small feet follow him as he pauses at his garden, taking me down each row to show me his latest production. He bends down with his arthritic knees and picks a few ripe tomatoes, a cucumber and then a of couple handfuls of beans. He puts them into a plastic sack for me to take home. I love eating things he's grown, they always tasted better than store bought stuff. We venture out of the garden and head towards the sheds. The mink rapidly bob their heads in and out of their cages, as if to see who's there. Grandpa helps me up onto his feed truck, already filled with a sloppy unattractive mixture. He climbs on and we ride from pen to pen dumping food into each trough. Once feeding chores are through we head back up to the house. We talk about things. When Grandpa tells you a story he seems to really get right down on your level, as if you were really his best friend and not just some little kid. He...