22 January 2012

. . . i'm jealous . . .

. . . he's the only person i know who,
given the choice of two lessons,
picks one {the day before giving it}
and then can keep
a whole room full of teenagers
and a few old people
{hi, bishop!}
captivated for nearly an hour . . .




. . . and can gracefully incorporate
stories and personal experiences
about his favorite subjects,
including {but not limited to}
missionary work,
his childhood,
our family,
old girlfriends,
sports and
politics . . .
. . . he ties them all together . . .
. . . and makes it look easy . . .
. . . and it totally relates and works . . .
. . . every time . . .
. . . good job, dear . . .
{all i have to do is bring treats}




3 comments:

Bill said...

You know as well as I do that your treats are the favorite part of my lessons! But thank you for your kind words.

Peg and Parker said...

I love being in the class when Bill is the teacher. I always think he planned it just for me as well. What a lucky bunch to get his skill and wisdom.

chris+amber said...

Dad is amazing. He always does such a good job with his talks and lessons. Lucky Harmony Park Ward.