I stopped to visit my Dad’s gravesite tonight since I was out of town for Memorial Day. As I was ‘conversing’ with him, I glanced up at the beautiful green mountains there in Bountiful. I was awestruck at what a lovely place Bountiful was and I suddenly became full of gratitude for being able to be raised in such a beautiful little town. (Not so little any more…..) I’m not sure as a youngster that I ever took the time to notice those gorgeous surroundings, so I was even a little more appreciative tonight. I was blessed to have many wonderful friends growing up in Bountiful and I felt a sense of awe and gratitude for that as well. What a great little city!