Really, truly. Please read this and make a mental note of WHAT NOT TO DO.
Last Sunday my oldest son received his patriarchal blessing. Can you imagine how I’ve anticipated this day? Ben is a brilliant, sweet, astonishingly mature kid who will clearly change the world. And I could hardly wait for the patriarch to outline exactly how.
My own blessing was a disappointment– short and vague. And unconsciously, I think I expected Ben’s blessing to make up for mine in every way.
We were in the patriarch’s office for less that 15 minutes and Ben’s blessing was short. And pretty vague.