Grateful Friday

 One reason I do Grateful Friday posts is because sometimes I need to remind myself to be grateful.

I do not need the reminder today.

These three in the same room is a joy bringer.

Braeden ate dinner, I watched him do it.  And he liked it.  He told me over and over he did.

Later, he said, "Mom, I'm hungry...."

It's a scenario that has played out countless times in my life.  

I said, "Well, there's leftover dinner in the fridge.  You can make a sandwich."

He said, "I'll find something."

He landed on cereal.  He is why I used to buy 6 gallons of milk every week.  He pulled out a bowl, left the cabinet open and his sibling gathered around him laughing and talking.

The good life.

And that's not even mentioning QE, who is the queen of goodness.  She wanted Nana to go up in her room with her.  (I brought a basket of books and a little chair to the family room for her, but she likes the room.) We inspected the stuffed animals and tucked them into bed and read books and tested if the stuffed orca could fly because it "has wings."

Braeden came up and she said, "No Dad, not you."

Then she shut the door.

No more joiners.

Emma yielded to the gravitational pull of the piano that calls her every time she is here (to my delight).  Braeden and Mark stood behind her and they sang while she played and I heard the three of them blending their voices while QE and I wrapped scarves around stuffed animals and told them to have a good nap.

The good life.

We FaceTimed with Adam, and QE saw his face and said, "Papa!" in her joyful way.  Then she said, "Where are you?"  I'm so glad he'll be home tomorrow!

Stella and Ardi came home from Roots Tech, having had a great time.  When it got quieter in the evening and the kids had gone home and QE was sleeping, Ardi told us her conversion story and we talked about the temple.  They're going to go to the temple while they're all here.

Braeden said, "I just need someone to babysit..."

Well, I guess.  If you twist my arm.