8 January 2015

Tonight Rose Pink and I were reading scriptures upstairs together.  We just started reading the Book of Mormon together at night, two chapters at a time, alternating verses.  Tonight she was feeling happy and sang each of her verses on her turn instead of reading them.

The other night at dinner, she started talking to herself as she played with her food, telling a story with it as she ate it.  I thought to myself,  I'm so glad she's happy.  Then she paused and said to me, "Mom, do you know how you can tell when I'm happy?  I tell stories with my food!"

first snow, finally