It was really important to Paul and me that Christian grow up in a religious community, and the church was the one we chose. We embedded him as thoroughly in the church as we ourselves had been. We had a family devotional every night with prayer, singing and scripture reading. There were stretches of time when he was the only deacon, and he and I would exchange glances as he passed the sacrament to our row. After high school, Christian went to Stanford, and we thought, "This may be where we hear bad news." But he had a caring bishop that first year and decided on his own to serve a mission. He later got married in the temple, while I sat outside with friends. The temple president tried to make it as good an experience as he could for my parents, Paul, Christian and Marina [his bride] and me. He found me outside and was kind and helpful.