i think she looks like shes ready to go surf. ha.
typical face. get this one like 40 times a day.
waking up is SO hard.
because her mattress is on the floor, we often find her in funny places. her closet is her usual, today it was behind the door. anyways, its always a good laugh to see where she slept.
wearing momma's shoes. she loves it. i love it.
another typical face.
and again. promise she's not on drugs. (even though shes gotten into benedryl and almost ate excedrin. those lids are not as child proof as you might hope.)
what a ham bone. so grateful for miss sassy pants. i was teaching the lesson inn YW today and was finishing up preparation for it this morning. it was on the sacrament, and while i don't teach regularly i am always prayerful that someone will gain something from whatever i end up saying. i asked specifically that i could feel the spirit and be able to ponder quietly as it was passed, something that has been hard to do with claire. but miracle of miracles she sat quietly, folded her arms during the prayers, and she drank the water instead of pushing it away and spilling it. so nice to close my eyes for a moment and meditate with my arms wrapped around my bub-a-chub. i though a lot about this quote from our lesson. i totally lost it while it was being read, but i think its worth sharing. kinda long- but worth the read:
“Our Father in heaven … loved his Son, Jesus Christ, better than Abraham ever loved Isaac, for our Father had with him his Son, our Redeemer, in the eternal worlds, faithful and true for ages, standing in a place of trust and honor, and the Father loved him dearly, and yet he allowed this well-beloved Son to descend from his place of glory and honor, where millions did him homage, down to the earth, condescension that is not within the power of man to conceive. He came to receive the insult, the abuse, and the crown of thorns. God heard the cry of his Son in that moment of great grief and agony, in the garden when, it is said, the pores of his body opened and drops of blood stood upon him, and he cried out: ‘Father, if thou be willing, remove this cup from me.’ …
“… His Father looked on with great grief and agony over his Beloved Son, until there seems to have come a moment when even our Savior cried out in despair, ‘My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me?’