For Carina: It's a great day when...
...you're having trouble remembering just who it was who wrote Frankenstein and your 15-year-old son pops out, "Mary Shelley." (Now that is something the English major in you can really be proud of.)
...you take second place in the Provo High Marching Band Chili Cook-Off with something you threw together spur of the moment.
...your youngest comes to you and tells you, "Mommy, L~ has fat cats in her room." You're picturing something on the order of Garfield and wondering how something like that got into your house when what you discover instead is this:
(gee, why didn't I ever think of installing bowling alleys in my bedroom?)
...you read in the ward newsletter that one of your favorite people--becks--just got engaged. CONGRATS becks!
...your 15-year-old son who constantly tells you he'd like to go live with another family says this after spending two weeks with said family (who, by the way, spontaneously took him to DISNEYLAND [where of course he bumped into your friend Lorien] for a weekend while you were gone) while you were out of the country--after you have teased him about wishing he were a Duerden: "It's good to be home. I'm happy to be a Rowley."
...and finally, and most definitely the VERY BEST:
...you hear the following (from your 17-year-old [and therefore teenage] MALE offspring) over the phone when you're half a world away:
"Homecoming was great. But I am SO tired. It was SO hard to not have you here! I missed you so much. I never realized how much you do for me. And I always take it all for granted. And I never say thank you. I'm so SORRY. You do SO much for me. THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR EVERYTHING!"
(this just in: I have just added the photos to my previous posts from Finland. More to come--Five Fabulous Fun-Filled Days in Helsinki--soon!)
...you take second place in the Provo High Marching Band Chili Cook-Off with something you threw together spur of the moment.
...your youngest comes to you and tells you, "Mommy, L~ has fat cats in her room." You're picturing something on the order of Garfield and wondering how something like that got into your house when what you discover instead is this:
(gee, why didn't I ever think of installing bowling alleys in my bedroom?)
...you read in the ward newsletter that one of your favorite people--becks--just got engaged. CONGRATS becks!
...your 15-year-old son who constantly tells you he'd like to go live with another family says this after spending two weeks with said family (who, by the way, spontaneously took him to DISNEYLAND [where of course he bumped into your friend Lorien] for a weekend while you were gone) while you were out of the country--after you have teased him about wishing he were a Duerden: "It's good to be home. I'm happy to be a Rowley."
...and finally, and most definitely the VERY BEST:
...you hear the following (from your 17-year-old [and therefore teenage] MALE offspring) over the phone when you're half a world away:
"Homecoming was great. But I am SO tired. It was SO hard to not have you here! I missed you so much. I never realized how much you do for me. And I always take it all for granted. And I never say thank you. I'm so SORRY. You do SO much for me. THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR EVERYTHING!"
(this just in: I have just added the photos to my previous posts from Finland. More to come--Five Fabulous Fun-Filled Days in Helsinki--soon!)
Comments
Luke honey, that wasn't just the very best part of my day, that was one of the very best parts of my entire LIFE!
Way to go Luke
My hat's off to you for acknowledging all your great blessings. Way to be!
And about that Luke: Yep, it's all true. And this won't be the last time in his life that he wishes his mother were there when he needs her.
Bedroom bowling . . . how about bathroom bocce?