Where's My Sign?!

I must have a sign on my body somewhere in BIG neon letters that says, "Please! If you have mental illness that you refuse to get treated, pick me!"

For real... I just haven't found the sign yet. I'll keep looking for future safety!

My T. Oh, my T. This girl knows everything about me and still loves me. She is strong and courageous and full of her very own trials, but never ceases to love me. She sent me this quote yesterday:

When I got home last night, my Jackson gave me a Priesthood blessing. My son. My baby boy. He put his hands on my head and gave the most beautiful, pure, powerful Priesthood blessing. Then he went back to the bishop's house with Braxton to plan for future Priest activities because Jackson has been released as, and Braxton called as, the Priest Quorum First Assistant.

These boys continue to amaze me and make me so proud every single day. I love them so big!