We arrive to church, 10:01 one minute late and take the long walk (all 5 of us kids) to the 2nd to last row. We fight over who sits where and who owes who a back scratch. Finally we settle. I find myself listening to the crunches of the little kids behind us digging their lil chubby fingers into tupperware containers full of lucky charms as they try to reach the last marshmallow. One row over a young father lets his wife rest for a few minutes as he takes care of all 4 children...his finger in the palm of his infant.. two kids wrapped around his legs..his daughter on his lap making herself comfortable with her little white flats planted on the seat in front of her. I can't help but watch. That is one thing I look for when I am dating someone... Is how they interact with Children. I LOVE kids so much. They bring a happiness and energy to my life. Once again brings me back to Chile...where all the little kids would come up and dig through my bags during church looking for the "treats from the United States". Church always take me back to what is important... I think it's because it's not just a building we go to each sunday- But a way of life. I can't wait to have a family of my own one day. A big family. I love listening to the speakers each week that allow us to apply the teachings of Jesus Christ to our lives. I have a desire to strengthen my testimony each day.
I love sundays. We just watched "Catfish" as a family. Um. Its a couple years old i think. But So worth watching. Its a documentary about Facebook...and kinda creepy.
Time for a bubble bath.
No comments:
Post a Comment