My Dearest Book of
Mormon,
I have never fallen in love at first
sight and I don’t know if I even believe in it.
That was certainly the case with you.
When we first met I wasn’t very impressed. You were hard to understand and not very
attractive. Your plain brown cover didn’t
do anything for you. Maybe if you had
dressed up a bit with gold embossing or a cute beaded bookmark I would have
paid closer attention. Your language is
old fashioned and you don’t say what you mean all the time. If we hadn’t been thrown together every
Sunday I don’t know if I would have given you a second look but you slowly
started to grow on me.
The first time I realized you were
more than your cover was in early morning Seminary. Spending time with you every day, not just
once a week, I started to believe that your message was meant just for me. Sometimes when I read you, I felt like you
were speaking directly to my soul and we were the alone in the room. With my
eyes glued to your pages it felt like the sun was originating embracing me. I felt the first stirrings of love. By the end of the year I knew I never wanted
to be without you.
Over the years I have come to
appreciate your unique and peculiar style. I’ve grown fond of “therefore”,
“nevertheless”, and my favorite “and it came to pass”. When I am discouraged and down, you pick me
up. When I feel I can’t go on you
encourage me. And when I start to think
I would be better off alone, you say something so profound that I realize my
life wouldn’t be worth anything without you.
It’s now time I swallowed my pride
and confessed my love for you. You will always be the most important book in my
life. If my house was burning down and I
had time to grab one thing, I would rescue you.
It’s like you have become a part of me and I would cease to breath if I
didn’t have you. You have made me a
better person, a better woman, and a better disciple of God. I can’t wait to spend eternity with you.
Love,
SuZann
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