A few weeks ago Carson was asked to give the talk in Primary class at church. Now, as a preface, he has NEVER given a single talk in Primary. Has he been assigned before? Yes. Would he stand up and talk in the microphone? Not a chance. Not even a bribe has worked so far. So, when we got the paper slip stating the date and theme, I knew we were in for another struggle.
The week went by and I forgot about the talk, but luckily Daddy had enough smarts to remind Carson about it on Saturday. With dread, I had him come look through the Home Evening drawer to see if we could spark some creativity. He looked through and then told me, "I want to write my own." What do you mean 'write my own'? As in write your own talk? Okay, whatever you want.
So Carson goes off to his room to write a talk on forgiveness while I stare blankly at the drawer, trying to come up with a simple, effective talk.
Five minutes later, he comes in with his talk completely finished. I laughed and asked him to read it to me. I was dumbfounded when he was finished. He had caught the perfect essence of forgiveness and it was perfect. Was it long? No. Was it eloquent and thorough? No. But it was Carson's testimony of forgiveness and I loved it. Add his sweet testimony of the Savior and prophet at the end, and you can see how my heart melted when he stood up and read his own little talk that Sunday. So here it is, hand-written by Carson:

Translation (if you can't read his sound-based writing):
Forgiveness is when you do something bad. You say, "sorry." You ask for forgiveness and that person says, "yes."