is an appul cinnamon serial killer.

This morning I went to the temple for the first time in three years.
It was incredible.

I'm uncertain if it was chance, or if it was on purpose but I was baptized and confirmed for not one, not two, not three but seven Francis'.

I swear I was in the font for ten minutes with my bishop saying, five more, five more. The last one was Ella Francis.
The Ella Francis I know is alive and three years old. Her father is my uncle Kenneth and their family is inactive.

Ella is the meanest child I've ever met.

I couldn't help laughing at the irony,
with tears running down my face in the font
I said Amen loudly and went under for someone who has been waiting since 1752.



If it didn't matter to somebody,
we wouldn't do it.