I like to think that I am a tough guy.  You know, street wise and maybe a little bit hard--able to take a hit and keep on ticking.  And maybe I am to a certain extent.  But I also know that I am one big softy.  I don't know quite how to explain it, but tender feelings come to the surface a lot if conditions are right.  On General Conference weekend I was feeling 'tender' not only during the sessions, but I found myself feeling quite emotional while I was watching the 'filler' stuff (the made special for conference shows broadcast between sessions).  My tender feelings are not limited to churchy stuff either.  Today I called for Sheila to come down stairs to watch the last few scenes of the Shirley Temple movie "The Little  Princess" where she finds her wounded father in a British hospital during a war.  I am always clouding up when we watch some sentimental movie and I don't think that I hide it from Sheila very well.  But I try to pretend that I am manly and tough, but I know that I have never been able to fool my good wife.  I made it through yesterday without her, but it is sure nice to have her back. 

I wrote something this morning that came to me as a thought for my Priesthood lesson in two weeks and I wonder if it has any meaning to you all.

BEING GRATEFUL IS A LOT LIKE BEING IN LOVE  AND   BEING IN LOVE IS A LOT LIKE BEING GRATEFUL. 

I have something specific in mind with that, but I would be interested in your thoughts on the matter.  (That is also a sneaky way to try to get someone out there to make a comment before I get too discouraged that no one is reading my work.)