Gordon B. Hinckley

is so wonderful! I miss hearing his sweet stories and his cute sense of humor. The following thing i am about to post is something i found a VERY long time ago, rediscovered today, and feel I need to share...enjoy this little anecdote.


"… When I was a little boy on Valentines Day, we traded paper hearts at school, and at night we dropped them at the doors of our friends, stamping on the porch and then running in the dark to hide. Sometimes we would tie a fishing line to a valentine, and when the would-be receiver would go to pick it up we would pull the string. That happens in life with some of us.

Almost with out exception these valentines had printed on their face the words, "I love you." I have since come to know that love is more than a paper heart. It is the very essence of life. It is the pot of gold at the end of every rainbow. But it is not at the end of a rainbow; it is at the beginning, and from it springs the beauty that arches across the ky on a stormy day. It is the security for which children weep, the meat and drink of youth, the adhesive that binds marriage and the lubricant that prevents devastating friction in the homel it is the peach of old age, the sunlight of hope shining through death. How impoverished are those who lack it, and how rich those who have it!"

-Gordon B. Hinckley