I have always loved conference weekend. Though my reasons for liking it have changed, listening to the Prophet speak is a wonderful thing, as a kid, as a young man, or as a young father.
I first may have liked conference weekend because we could all have a relaxing day in our pajamas while we listened to conference and weren't required to do yard work on Saturday or wear church clothes on Sunday. 
Later I enjoyed going to Priesthood Session with my cousin, my uncle sure to treat us with a buffet dinner afterwards. We would give each other high fives if we were able to be the first ones in white shirts and ties to the restaurant.
As I've matured spiritually, listening to our Prophet and other leaders of the Church speak at General Conference has become more of a buffet of light and knowledge. Nevertheless, curling up in a warm blanket with my little boys playing next to me on a quiet Sunday morning will never loose its charm.
I first may have liked conference weekend because we could all have a relaxing day in our pajamas while we listened to conference and weren't required to do yard work on Saturday or wear church clothes on Sunday. 
Later I enjoyed going to Priesthood Session with my cousin, my uncle sure to treat us with a buffet dinner afterwards. We would give each other high fives if we were able to be the first ones in white shirts and ties to the restaurant.
As I've matured spiritually, listening to our Prophet and other leaders of the Church speak at General Conference has become more of a buffet of light and knowledge. Nevertheless, curling up in a warm blanket with my little boys playing next to me on a quiet Sunday morning will never loose its charm.
