Andy's dad and I continue to visit him every week, usually on Sunday afternoon. We spend a lot of the time laughing and just enjoying the visit. When we run low on things to talk about we play scrabble. We're good at three and four letter words!
Whenever I'm asked about my family, like "tell me about your kids," I hesitate just a little to share that our youngest son is in prison. I'm not sure how some will react. Truthfully, I don't really care if this information is met with a negative reaction by others. It is what it is, and Andy is my son, flesh of my flesh. And I know he is a child of God and is loved by Him. I also know that the atonement covers his sins and my sins when we repent. It is a light that warms the earth and my soul.
