Last week, Larry offered to cook the main dish for our friend's funeral. (Cooking for a Mormon funeral is not an insignificant matter. As I am fond of saying, Mormons don't smoke, drink, or fool around, but we sure can eat.)
When Larry was telling our sweet friend Marilyn Lowe about this, Marilyn immediately asked, "What can I do to help?" Larry's wife--that's me--did not make a similar offer.
Making this offer is so like Marilyn. She is among the first to give help to anyone in need. She is the first to bring a meal, to babysit children, to visit someone in the hospital. Never does she draw attention to her service. In fact, she eschews public notice of all that she does.
Joy for today: knowing Marilyn.