The last diaper. The last time potty training. The last one in nursery. The last baptism. The last pack meeting. And the last Primary program.
I'm in the process of finding the actual text of his talk and will include it here when I find it, but he did such a good job. For so many years, we were crossing fingers and holding our breath that he would just get through whatever he had to do. And then, this young man came to the podium, and without clearing his voice or tapping the microphone, he gave his talk. He returned to his seat. He didn't wave. He didn't do anything he wasn't supposed to. That was left for another of the young boys in the ward.
The baton has been passed.
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