This morning when I pretended to cry about the sink full of dishes, Owen said, "Mom, I'll do it!" And he stood at the sink and actually did them. I kept working full speed around him, but I am so grateful for what a good boy he is. I love watching my kiddos grow up and show more and more of their personalities.
Owen is such a take-charge kind of guy. But he has a serious tender side. Each day when I drop him off at Kindergarten, he gets out and shuts the door, walks a few steps away and then turns back to blow me a kiss. He does this every single day. But today, he got out, turned back to blow his kiss, and then surprised me by putting his two little hands up in the shape of a heart. It melted mine.
As I drove off, I thought of him as a grown man. I hope so much that he marries a woman who will be affectionate with him. He loves hugs and kisses and running his fingers through my hair. He has loved this since he was a baby. He will do a whole list of jobs and the only prize he needs is a hug and a kiss. Thinking of this made my heart swell. And of course I thought of Greg. I came right home and texted him some love. He's really just a little boy who has grown up, too. We all need someone who loves us.
I was invited to a meeting tonight at the institute for all Bishops and Relief Society Presidents. After our meeting we all went into one of the evening classes. I loved seeing all that they have to offer to our Young Single Adults. I especially loved the quote the teacher had up on the board. It was from President James E. Faust. It said, “Now, all this suffering might indeed be unfair if everything ended at death, but it doesn’t. Life is not a one-act play.”
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| Six years old, and AWESOME!! |
Owen is such a take-charge kind of guy. But he has a serious tender side. Each day when I drop him off at Kindergarten, he gets out and shuts the door, walks a few steps away and then turns back to blow me a kiss. He does this every single day. But today, he got out, turned back to blow his kiss, and then surprised me by putting his two little hands up in the shape of a heart. It melted mine.
As I drove off, I thought of him as a grown man. I hope so much that he marries a woman who will be affectionate with him. He loves hugs and kisses and running his fingers through my hair. He has loved this since he was a baby. He will do a whole list of jobs and the only prize he needs is a hug and a kiss. Thinking of this made my heart swell. And of course I thought of Greg. I came right home and texted him some love. He's really just a little boy who has grown up, too. We all need someone who loves us.
I was invited to a meeting tonight at the institute for all Bishops and Relief Society Presidents. After our meeting we all went into one of the evening classes. I loved seeing all that they have to offer to our Young Single Adults. I especially loved the quote the teacher had up on the board. It was from President James E. Faust. It said, “Now, all this suffering might indeed be unfair if everything ended at death, but it doesn’t. Life is not a one-act play.”
What a beautiful thought! When we think of all of the suffering and heartache in this world, sometimes it seems so very unfair. My heart aches for the little children in poverty or abuse. I ache for those who lose everything in war-torn countries. But when I think of a loving Heavenly Father and the compensatory blessings He has in store for us, I am so grateful for the plan, and for another act to this play.
I wasn’t able to go to Pack Meeting for Austin. Greg took him. Austin and I have been working on cub scouts so he earned quite a few things. I was sad to miss, but grateful that Greg could go. When I came in the door, it was dark and quiet and peaceful in the house. The Christmas tree was glowing in the family room. The French Dip was cleared from the table and put away. I walked quietly back to my bedroom, dropping my bag, and kicking off my shoes as I went. It had been a great day.
I’m so grateful. I don’t know what else to say. I’m just grateful for this beautiful life, and that I have breath in my lungs to live it.
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