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A little welcome

Our Relief Society presidency visits new members who move into our ward boundaries and we sometimes have baked goodies to take with us, sometimes not. So I found these little scented candles and made this 3 x 3 welcome card, with a removable insert inside that has our contact information should they have any questions or need to get in touch with any of us. I wanted to do something kind of "Texan" and be able to do several, and I like the way these turned out. There are a few variations, but this is the idea.

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Anonymous said…
Loooooooove it! Maybe you need to come and show my RS presidency a few things. There are SO many new people and I'm afraid that they're gonna get lost in all that chaos. There have been little intros at church made by them but I'm trying to get their phone number and wish I had them. I really wish they'd have stopped by my house like you girls do. That is just so important, you have no idea how much it is appreciated. Props to you and Sue and Shauna and Jill!
Heidi said…
Oh I wish you guys had been the presidency when I moved into that ward- so cute!
what if i moved down the street, but stayed in the same ward? do i still get a cute candle or card!! jk. those are very cute kelly.
Kelly said…
Summer, Shauna got release a few months ago and Michele is in her place. (That's "one-L Michele," not the doc or the other one.
Bobbi said…
So cute, Kelly! I'm sure all the new women will feel at home with such a thoughtful welcome.
Mandi said…
You are always so great about thinking of others before yourself Kelly. I love that about you!
Holly said…
Wow, I'm moving back in to the ward! Very cute.
Anonymous said…
She got released??? How did I not hear about that? Well, Michele is awesome so that is way fun for y'all to be together!

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