Day of Rest

When we got to church today Brenden said, "Mom, LOOK!"  "What?" "GRASS!"  He has been looking forward to spring and we still can't see the grass in our yard.

I was informed today that last Sunday Brenden was inquiring where babies come from.  He was told they come from heaven to join our families.  He replied, "I know, but how do they GET here?"  The response to that: ask your mom and dad.

We remembered 5 minutes before it was time to leave for church that Brenden had the talk in primary today.  It was his first ever, so last Sunday when he brought home the assignment, extravagant ideas went through my mind of him with visual aids and a memorized presentation.  Well, not so much.  He spoke about he Anti-Nephi-Lehies and honesty.  It was the topic I thought he most needed to learn about.  I wasn't a very honest kid and he is following in my footsteps.  He did a great job with his talk though.

Why God called Sunday the day of rest, I might never know.  Doug's church day is still going and it's 7:00 p.m.  10:00 church is much easier now that it is light outside in the morning.  We have to leave by 9:30.  Doug had a lesson to teach, a scout meeting to go to, and he is in charge of the fireside tonight.  He had some minor setbacks with his refreshments (as in, he left out a few ingredients the first time), but if it has sugar, teenagers don't mind, right?

And so, another week begins.