[Marsha Workman] Dear brothers and sisters, Daddy, Wendy, beloved Church leaders, family, and friends, I am honored to be here today to represent President Nelson’s children.

When I first received this assignment, my mind began to fill with childhood memories and the decades of happy memories that have followed being blessed to grow up in the home of Russell and Dantzel Nelson. So this is a little personal glimpse.

Our father and mother were a terrific team, and all 10 of us feel greatly blessed to belong to them.

As I enjoyed re-experiencing all these memories, I was impressed again with what wonderful teachers our parents were. We learned volumes from Mother daily, and although busy with his professional and Church work, Daddy also taught us so much by word and by action. He helped with bathing the little ones and putting them to bed.

He helped with troublesome homework like chemistry, math, and foreign languages. He taught us to play tennis, ice skate, snow ski, and water ski. Our parents loved music, both played the piano and were excellent singers, and we soon learned to love singing together,

as well as playing the piano and other musical instruments. He showed us how much he loved our mother by the words he spoke and the actions he took to help her when he was at home.

One small example was on Mother's Day Sundays. For several years he would escort mother to have a rest after church while we little girls helped him with dinner.

There were several years of Mother's Day corsages for her and single carnation corsages for each of us,

honoring her as mother, and as daughters our potential to become mothers.

In our weekly family meetings, he taught us how to calculate our tithing based on our allowance, and then took us to the bishop on fast Sundays and introduced each of us as we handed the bishop our envelopes.

He showed us how much he loved us by setting firm and fair rules for the way we treated our siblings, and the way he counseled with us when we faced challenges.

No harsh words of anger were allowed among us, and we learned constructive ways of dealing with our disagreements.

Now, sometimes his lessons were unplanned, such as one day when some of us heard the movie projector running and we thought, “Oh, family

movies are being played on the screen.” So we ran into the family room to find Daddy viewing film footage on a movie screen of an open heart surgery procedure that he was preparing for

a medical conference. Well, some sisters were fascinated and others ran quickly away.

Above all, his love, kindness, and fun sense of humor always made time with him special.

It was absolutely delightful when he could be at home, or when it was our turn to travel with him on medical meetings.

These are but the tips of a very deep iceberg of memories. And while my specific memories are certainly different from those of my youngest sisters and my brother who later rounded out the family,

the principles of love, kindness, and commitment to the Lord were the same.

Our home was centered on love for each other, on love for the Savior, and on living His gospel.

It was full of music, fun, and joy in being together.

Thank you, Daddy dear, for teaching us to love each other and for cherishing us as we cherish you.

We are grateful we've continued to learn from your apostolic and prophetic teachings. We love and appreciate Wendy, from whom we have also learned much,

especially about being obedient to the counsel of prophets.

Her commitment to family history work and to you is amazing, and we have learned from her good counsel to us and the world through her messages and inspired work. Thank you, Wendy.

Dear Daddy, we wish you a very joyous birthday with our deepest gratitude and love. We are eternally grateful for your teaching, wonderful example, and love. In the name of Jesus Christ, amen.

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