It was one of those busy Saturday mornings for the family. One of many tasks for my wife, Hanne, was to call another sister from the ward about a Church assignment. Somewhat tense from the hectic household happenings she picked up the phone and called Sister Glorry Hjelm's house.
John and Glorry's 12-year-old boy, Hans Jakob, answered the phone, and Hanne asked for his mother.Then my wife heard, through the telephone, the boy's bright voice calling out to his mother: "Mom, you are the happy winner of a phone talk with Hanne Norrung!"
The change in my wife's countenance was quick. Hannes' stressed feelings were swept away by this thoughtful cheer of a newly ordained deacon.