Life is full of bends in the road. I should know since
my plans have drastically changed about three times in a matter of five
months. With all of these changes I had
expectations and when plan after plan didn’t work out disappointment was just
knocking at my door.
Going back to square one can be hard. And occasionally life can sort of suck.
This is when I need to stop and smell the
forget-me-nots.
“Forget-me-nots?” you ask?
(President Uchtdorf, "Forget Me Not")
Last night, Sarah and Aaron and the girls came over for dinner
and Family Home Evening. After the
closing prayer there was some rough-housing, aka Bradford playing too hard with
the three girls and managing to make two of them cry. But then little Alice starts talking, which
is really babbling because no one can understand her, and then covers her eyes
and starts counting. When this happens,
it means a wicked game of hide-and-go-seek has just begun.
Now here’s the thing with playing hide-and-go-seek with a
two-year-old and a five-year-old, the more obvious you are, the more fun they
have. So hiding in the middle of a room
under a blanket that doesn’t quite cover you is perfectly acceptable. Bradford and I played with them, and let me
tell you, you have to be fast when the one seeking only knows how to count to
ten. It’s a sight to see “Uncle”
(Bradford, unless he’s in trouble then he’s “Bradford”) and “Wee” (Hilary)
running throughout the house and throwing a child over a couch so that they are
stuck in a hiding place and can’t follow you to yours.
Like I said—forget-me-nots.
I haven’t had that much fun for a while. It just reminds me that simple things like
Alice squealing, “Dound Do!” when she has “found you” are the things that make my
life fantastic.
