Stephanie Farr is married to the world’s best handyman and is the mother of three daughters and four sons. She has a degree from Brigham Young University in Elementary Education, but never actually taught school, due to her (cough) honeymoon baby. She has an unhealthy obsession with pebble ice, Chapstick and clean sheet day. She dreams of being a writer when she grows up, and practices by blogging sporadically at mamamelee.blogspot.com and regularly at todosmishijos.blogspot.com.
I used to always say that after the resurrection, I wanted a better chest and fewer moles. In The Book of Mormon, Alma teaches, “The soul shall be restored to the body, and the body to the soul; yea, and every limb and joint shall be restored to its body; yea, even a hair of the head shall not be lost; but all things shall be restored to their proper and perfect frame.” (Alma 40:23) Shouldn’t we be able to submit some kind of wish for a “proper and perfect frame”? Maybe there should be a spot on the tithing slip for this.
Now however, my desires have changed. I can deal with being flat chested and spotty; my ultimate wish would be to get my hands back.