Eggs and Thorns

Today's favorite moments included . . .

. . . strolling in the park with Daniel while Joy was at preschool. Sometimes it’s nice to be there with just one child and let them wander where they will without having to worry about keeping an eye on the other one.

. . . hearing Joy tell this (paraphrased) story as we walked in from the car: "Red Grandma needed eggs to make pancakes. The grocery store didn't have kind she needed, so she sat down and prayed for help. Heavenly Father told her to go to Trader Joe's because they'd have the kind she likes." I'm glad Joy is learning to have faith that prayers are answered, even prayers about finding ideal eggs.

. . . eating delicious blueberry pancakes for dinner.

And another thing . . .

. . . at one point Daniel wandered into the park's rose garden. As he walked among the thorny branches, I felt I was living a metaphor for parenthood—watching my son navigate a treacherous path, hoping he’d gained enough experience and wisdom to stay clear of the thorns. In this case, he had.

. . . this afternoon I learned that a zillion is a fictitious, indefinitely large number.