I’ll never forget the poignant moment immediately following my marriage to BT as I embraced my father in the sealing room of the Provo Temple, tears of joy streaming down our faces. He said, “Remember when you asked if you deserved to be happy?”
Yes. I remember. I remember everything about that phone call to my dad, seven years ago, as I grappled with heart-wrenching turmoil of eternal significance. Tears of godly sorrow streamed down my face as I asked “Do I deserve to be happy?” And even though he answered in the affirmative, the pain was so intense and the emotional scars so deep, I did not believe that I could ever be happy again.
On Sunday, as I read Ariana’s tender Father’s Day message penned to BT, I was reminded again of how incredibly BLESSED and HAPPY our family is.
In every sense of the word, BT has indeed made Ariana his daughter.
I am a living witness that there is no wound so deep that it cannot be healed by the Atonement and no life so tattered that it cannot be mended by divine intervention.
