When I was a little girl my mother used to recite chunks of Shakespeare for me at night when I went to bed, instead of a bedtime story. I like this so much that I used to ask her for "Speare, Mummy, Speare!"
Yesterday I attended the Temple.
I read a General Conference talk in which Thomas S. Monson said his mother regretted his not keeping up his piano playing even with all the other good things he had done. I had renewed enthusiasm for the piano after this, and even thanked the Lord for my piano in my prayers this morning. I played a few hymns, in a scrambled manner, before attending the Temple yesterday.
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