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The Davis County granddaughters and I were able to attend the Bells on Temple Square Concert because I was able to get 4 tickets. It was wonderful.
The bonus was getting up close and personal with our prophet, President Thomas S. Monson, his wife, Francis whom he insisted on personally pushing in the wheelchair (and of course the security entourage who got just a tiny bit concerned when I hugged Francis). I just couldn't help myself!
President Thomas S. Monson and his wife, Francis
He made a point of shaking the girls' hands and saying he only does this with pretty girls (smiling!). Emma had become distracted and a bit lost for a moment so she missed this very spontaneous moment but at least she has the memory forever. We were saying Olivia should have broken out in song, We Thank Thee O God for a Prophet. She plays it on the piano all the time and it has special meaning for our family since William Fowler (writer of the lyrics) is on our family tree.