I Just Don't Want to Forget!

My children are getting testimonies...in spite of how inadequate I sometimes feel. There were some really sweet experiences in our home today, and I just don't want to forget them!

First, this morning Grace and Ethan were laying in my bed, and Ethan saw my colorful scripture-marking crayons on my desk. He asked, "Mom, where's my Book of Mormon? Can I mark my scriptures?" I told him he could, so he spent the next 20 minutes carefully turning the pages and marking...though I don't think he really knew what he was reading. Grace didn't feel like getting her scriptures out, but she said, "Ethan, do you want me to find a good verse for you to mark?" They sat there together and just pored over those scriptures. I was trying not to laugh because they're just five and six, but they were so serious about it, and I started to get a little teary.

Then, tonight, the oldest three wanted to help me hot-glue-gun some little walnut turkeys together (pictured above). After we were done, Grace said, "It's like the gospel. First you start with the simple stuff at the bottom, and then it keeps growing until you have a testimony." What do I say to that? I just hugged her and said, "Yep, that's right."

Finally, on the way to bed, Ethan was scribbling on some little heart post-its he brought home from Primary. He said, "My teacher told me to do nice things, then write what I did on these hearts, and then put them in the place where I did the nice thing." He had written on one heart, "I played with my brother." He wanted to stick it on Spencer, but I told him the toy basket would probably be better. Then he wrote on another heart, "I cleaned my room." and he put it on his carpet--right in the middle of the bedroom. Finally, he had one that said, "I helped make the hens." That one went right next to all eight of the little walnut turkeys we made.

I love these children. I have had to discipline them off and on all day because they were being kind of wild, and I barely heard anything during Sacrament Meeting because they kept arguing over who got to sit by me or who untied Ethan's shoe, or who made a mean face, but then when they do sweet things like this, I wonder what I'll ever do without them.