***I have no complaints. None. Nothing bothers me...much. Nothing of any import anyway. I'm so grateful for paved streets and washing machines and grocery stores and laughter and medicine and freedoms and everything that brings us hope and nourishment (spiritual/physical/emotional) that I have absolutely no complaints. Sure, I'd like to see some changes, but the people I love have roofs over their heads and people who love them. They have food to eat and they live in good places. The rest of the stuff I can pray about or breathe through. :)
***Charity is multi-dimensional. Certainly it's a feeling of benevolence, but it goes deeper. When we take it to the next step, it's the love of Christ that lets us know that the Atonement is working for us...that we are being saved while we are striving to serve others. Isn't that amazing!!!
***The best bumper-sticker I heard of...hands down....ever....on a car driven by a single mother of a child with Downs Syndrome, "My kid has more chromosomes than your kid".
***My husband, more often than not, whips my bottom in this word game we play. No wonder he wants to play it every night. He consistently wins. I don't understand it. How could that be? It's a combination of luck and strategy so I should have SOME breaks, right? But what I love the most is his sense of humor. He's a relatively serious guy, but when he and I are playing this, I get to see the funny side of him, which is very delightful. And if Eli is gone, he's even funnier. I guess he feels he can cut loose a bit more. Whatev.
The other night he had two words, "farm" and "we". It looked like I was going to score some points so he quickly put the two words together to form "farmwe". I questioned him on this. It went like this and keep in mind that his face and voice are totally serious:
Pete: I have "farmwe".
Me: Huh uh. I don't accept that. What the heck is "farmwe"
Pete: It's a fowl Deborah.
Me: A fowl? A bird? I don't think so.
Pete: Well. It is. It's a small bird. A woodpecker in fact. A small, tiny woodpecker that only pecks at mushrooms. That's why no one ever hears it. It's very quiet because mushrooms don't make sounds when you knock against them. *makes pounding motion with fist*
Me: Bite me, honey.
Okay...that whole charity thing?...I'm a work in progress. I'll get there....but there is NO farmwe bird...