Little things mean a lot.

Melody bringing me flowers a couple of days before and letting me into Costco. She brought Rice Krispy Treats and blueberries and strawberries tonight, too.

A number of family and friends who have been dropping off extra food for days now, knowing I'll be feeding a crowd.

Olga as she sent me home with chafing dish after chafing dish of marvelous leftovers in order to help me feed the masses of family we had show up today in love and support of our family. Even better--a hug and well wishes and a big "I love you."

Brothers and a sister who postponed big plans for a family reunion this year in order to be here together for this day. Each one of them willing to do whatever was needed especially when just being here was what was most needed.

A mother who generously helped in every way she could even though she was hosting family the entire time.

Three grandmothers who are still living and loving and supporting us.

An aunt and uncle who sort of adopted us after my father died and make sure not to miss important events like this in our lives.

Another aunt who left the family farm during the busy time of harvest and spent a lot of money for gas to come when she knew she really shouldn't but because she knew should couldn't miss it.

Shane's mission president and his wife who pulled in as I arrived. Shane served some 30 years ago, but their love and support of us hasn't waned.

Four long rows of family. Six side rows and an additional scattering of high-school students who arrived to Sacrament Meeting 45 minutes early in order to get a seat.

Two friends from my work who come--even though it is their second Sacrament Meeting of the day--and staying for dinner.

A dear friend who is quite ill and has been hiding her illness from me so I wouldn't worry but who came and sat in the foyer so she could hear my boy speak.

The moment when I thank my mother-in-law for coming, telling her how I know she wouldn't have missed it but that I wanted her to know how much her presence means to us. She turns away to wipe her tears and I know she felt what I meant.

Knowing two families who moved away ages ago came back to the ward today so they could be there.

Having a young woman give me a hug and thank me for raising a righteous young man.

Georgia and Rob coming to be a welcome part of my village.

Seeing at least one boy who I know is no longer active sitting on the back row.

The moment that most undid me--seeing Shane and Luke together as Shane waiting to give the closing prayer.

A ward family who is as supportive as my immediate family.

Wondering what happened to my baby and the last 19 years that seemed to fly by, but proud of this boy who is growing into a man. Knowing he is anxious to serve the Lord and share his testimony with conviction will make it easier to let him go. I want him to be happy. While I know this will be hard, I know he will find joy as well.