Finding Ancestors

My parents and grandparents love family history. Through their work and testimonies I have always known that when doing family history work their is always heavenly help, but I have never been a witness to it.
My parents came to visit us shortly after we moved to Lehi. While they were here, we decided to take a drive to the old cemetery. My great-great grandfather was buried there, but no one had ever been able too find him.
We drove through the cemetery (and it was a huge cemetery) and decided to walk through the older part. My dad took off one way, Taylee and I another, and my mom and Bryns yet another way. Well, Bryns got cold and tired quickly. My mom being the wonderful grandmother that she is, took her back to the car to warm her up. She then decided to follow the rest of us in the car in case we got cold.
Suddenly we heard my mom frantically honking the horn. Anyone who knows the reverence that my mom has for cemeteries knows that for her to be making such a loud noise meant that an emergency had occured. We raced back to the car to find that right next to the road there was a stone with the name "John Peterson." My great-great grandfather.

If we would have continued walking in the older section, we never would have found the stone. But thanks to the "coincidence" (you may say) of a cold little girl, a loving grandmother, and a cold day, the stone was found.
Thanks mom and dad for letting us be apart of the adventure!