My Tender-hearted Child

Today Ryan and I watched President Hinckley’s funeral on TV. When the funeral concluded and the casket was being wheeled out of the Conference Center, the cameras showed many people in the congregation who were waving white handkerchiefs. Ry and I had both been a little teary at different points in the funeral, and that simple sight got me started again. Ry got up and walked out of the room. He returned a few seconds later with two tissues. I started dabbing my eyes, and he said, “No, Mom. They’re to wave.” He stood there waving his white tissue for President Hinckley with tears streaming down his cheeks. What a sweet little soul he is.