happy sabbath

Could I love a little boy anymore than I love this one? I am often struck by how much my love can grow for my kids. Just when I think I could certainly love them no more than I already do, more time passes and my love and affection deepens and it makes me wonder what it will feel like when they are 50 and I am 80.

I worked in the church nursery today and loved it. My kids were thrilled that I was the nursery worker. All week long they kept asking when it would be Sunday so that I could play with them in the church nursery. Somehow the fact that I am with them 24 hours a day isn't quite enough. Elsie woke up aware of the day and told me gladly, "you're the worker today!" And we had so much fun with all of the kids. We played restaurant and colored and played circle games and sang songs. And then I was spent and out of ideas and we still had thirty more minutes to fill. I made a mental note that next time I'll save my tricks for the last thirty minutes...

And now we're home and I'm finishing up The Yearling and loving every sweet minute of it. Some of my family is napping and one little girl is making up very sing-songy dialogue with her my little ponies. Rory got this shot of Ivar a few days ago and when we showed Ivar he laughed and laughed. He thought it was so funny he fell asleep in a chair. His dad had moved him so that when he woke up he was in his own bed. But this picture cracked him up. And it melted our hearts.