This one is for Grandma and Grandpa! Here are some Sabrina laughs (=
Edgar and his Daddy reading A Wocket in My Pocket, By Dr. Seuss this evening before bed.
“It is as though the poem, through its exuberance, awakened new depths in us. […] And this is also true of a simple experience of reading. The image offered us by reading the poem now becomes really our own. It takes root in us. It has been given us by another, but we begin to have the impression that we could have created it…[the image] becomes a new being…by making us what it expresses. […] Here expression creates being” (Bachelard).
This one is for Grandma and Grandpa! Here are some Sabrina laughs (=
Edgar and his Daddy reading A Wocket in My Pocket, By Dr. Seuss this evening before bed.
It's 7 am. My sugar-loaded, sleep-deprived son has already been up and whining at me for nearly 2 hours. This post is to remind me how sweet and adorable he can be.
I love to see the Temple is one of his favorite songs.
Angel Moroni on the temple
I am looking forward to renewing our temple recommends this week so that we can go to the temple to worship, learn, and enjoy the peace that only the Lord can bring.