When I saw this one I had to think for a minute on what I could write about. I literally came up with nothing for about five minutes. A first what? I was at a blank. Then I remembered something that happened recently that was definitely a first.
Two weeks ago, I was given my first preisthood blessing that was not given by my dad, a member of the bishopric or the patriarch. This particular blessing was given by the boyfriend in my time of crisis. I can't begin to explain to you how much the preisthood means to me, and how much more it means that my boyfriend is so wonderful as to hold the preisthood. What a blessing. (Not intended to be punny, but sorta)
Two weeks ago, I was given my first preisthood blessing that was not given by my dad, a member of the bishopric or the patriarch. This particular blessing was given by the boyfriend in my time of crisis. I can't begin to explain to you how much the preisthood means to me, and how much more it means that my boyfriend is so wonderful as to hold the preisthood. What a blessing. (Not intended to be punny, but sorta)
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