This is a poem Jordan sent me in a letter the other day. This is the unedited verson. He has been transfered to Clinton Missouri. It is so small I could barely find it on the map. He is always happy.
Jordan asked me to send him his adoption story. As I was putting information together I found this picture of Mohan. He is our other Indian son that died before he came to America. He was sealed to us the same time Jordan was. According to Joseph Smith I will have the opportunity to raise this son. He was too good to have to live very long in this world.
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I remember when you adopted Jordan and when my folks attended the temple with you when he and Mohon were sealed to you. I have always thought Jordan was awesome and anytime I hear doctrine concerning the death of children under the age of 8 and the opportunity their parents will have to raise them through the millenium, I think of you! Your family is so beautiful!
What a neat poem.
Jordan never ceases to amaze me. It is amazing what being on a mission has done for him!
I love the poem! Jordan is so awesome!
I never knew that! Wow. That must have been difficult. He was a cute little boy.
That's a fun poem. I'm glad Jordan's doing well.
thank you again for an uplifting and tearful moment!
Such a sweet post. I did not know about Mohon.
We made a quick trip to Utah. Our son got married. I got to see your Dad and Donna. I just wish we had more time.
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