The Picnic: Practically Perfect in Every Way

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A few weeks back I decided the weather was too alluring to let it go to waste by hanging out with the ol' A/C as our dining companion. We grabbed a blanket, we grabbed sandwiches, we grabbed my mom ("say now! loosen your grip a bit, won't you?"), we rustled up an adorable baby boy and his mama and dad, and headed to a beautiful city park up on the east bench in Provo.

The weather was gor-G-ous, the chatter was light, the entertainment provided by Kimball was spontaneous and hilarious. (I didn't give Kimball enough notice to properly prepare anything so he ad libbed.) It was one of those occasions that I consider what could almost be heaven on earth. As I sat there on the soft blanket in the shade, I thought that perhaps the only thing amiss was not having Sean there lending his wonderful hearty laugh to the conversation. But as soon as that thought came to my head, another swooped in after, and I thought, whoa up! I wouldn't want Sean to be anywhere else than where he is right now, serving so happily and selflessly for the sake of others. So in the end, the evening really was quite near perfection itself.