I have so much in my mind I want to capture about life right now.
The little things like how good it feels to be back on a schedule as a family.
Or how Max and I are totally caught up with our challenge to read the Book of Mormon by October 10th. (Dave and Elle are lagging just a teeny bit, but I’m sure they’ll catch up too…they’re on it.)
I want to remember how Claire comes home from school, face flushed bright red from the heat…and she radiates not only that heat but complete excitement from school and how much she loves it.
I love that we’ve started having our lunch dates again, and how Claire told me approximately 36 times that I was the best mom in the world when I took her out, and how I really hope that next time she’ll choose something other than McDonalds (I am NOT a McDonalds fan).
I want to forget how I was a horrible mom last week and took my kids to the Mall for Family Home Evening while Dave was out of town (Max has been in desperate need for something to clothe his ever-growing body and we never seem to be able to squeeze in a moment to remedy that). I had thought, mistakenly, that it would be a fun, serendipitous adventure but I quickly re-thought my brilliant idea when everyone was fighting in the car on the way and clinging to me crying while trying to check out at nearly 9:00 on a school night. Yeah, not a highlight of my mothering career.
And while we’re on the topic of “great motherhood,” I was so sad last week after I sent both Grace and Claire out to school crying because they were in trouble about something or another. I hate when that happens.
I want to remember how Grace lamented to me how sad she was that Elle was moving out of Primary when she turned twelve because she will miss how they make funny faces at each other during singing time. And I want to remember the slow, knowing smile that spread across Elle’s face when I told her about that.
I love how Max glowed after his first couple days of volleyball and how Grace and Claire have started a new gymnastics class they are head over heels in love with…and how Claire calls the warm-ups “air conditioning” instead of “conditioning.” And how Grace and my eyes meet, twinkling, when we hear her say it.