Sometime in the previous decade (2010 - 2020) I would listen to the BYU Devotionals quite frequently. They were then, and still are, on BYU tv at 11 am. I recently set an alarm to begin listening to them again. Today was a forum with Catherine Ruth Pakaluk. So so good. She got a well deserved standing ovation. One of my favorite quotes from it: "I would always choose another child." Another one I wrote down was her saying that the women she interviewed said that children are "the purpose of their lives and the meaning of their marriages". I totally agree. I'm so grateful to be a mother, to have had 13 beautiful children born to me. I recognize that God has been super generous with us. I'd happily take a few dozen more if I could. I love spending time with them, making sacrifices for them, and sharing life with them. My kids give joy to my heart and purpose to my life. I took cute Katharine on a bike ride in the trailer this afternoon. We went down to Macey's to get an ice cream. Cute little girls in her helmet. We parked the bike then went inside.
When the guy started the ice cream, it was all soft and watery - probably from not having served any ice cream for a few hours or at all yet today? He apologized and asked if it was ok for him to put it in a cup. I'm assuming in case the cone got too soggy too quickly. He set the cone aside, then he got a large clear cut and took it to the ice cream machine where he filled it almost all the way to the top! Then he put the cone, which already had ice cream, on top of that. Wow. Katharine you hit the jackpot! I took the cone and let K have the big cup.That's a bit too much ice cream for a 3 year old... I'm sure she'll be disappointed next time we come here, cause her serving probably won't be that big ever again. I hope she'll be ok with that.
So after getting that huge serving of ice cream, I assumed she'd be content for a while. Hence, I decided I could take my time going back home. I also wasn't too keen on the idea of going up the steep hill, so I went south and through the neighborhoods. I found a small dirt trail that ended with big cement blocks and a chain preventing my passing. A nice man saw me in my predicament and came and helped me lift K in the trailer up and over the chain. (Thank you kind sir!) After that I slowly worked my way up the ridge. I called back to Kathrine to check on her a few times, she was quiet. I stopped and lifted up the screen to see her head was bobbing forward, she was asleep, and her cup of ice cream was tipped over and she was using it as an arm rest. Yay. I was pretty sure she hadn't finished it, so... I was going to have a mess to clean up. I told myself it was ok cause maybe the blanket caught most of it? Easy cause I can just throw that in the washing machine. We were almost home when she woke up, and I heard her crying "Someone ate my ice cream! Waaah!" I pulled into the backyard, parked the bike, surveyed the mess. I had: one empty cup of ice cream...One sad little girl...
And a mess of ice cream that was not contained in the blanket, but had spilled on the red blanket, and the pink blanket, and all over the seat of the trailer, and most of it was on K's pajamas. Her "Belle" nightgown was soaked. Why did she think someone ate her ice cream? Did she not notice something wet and cold on all over her hip and bottom? Cute sad little girl.
I carefully picked her up, feet forward and upside down, so the ice cream would run down her leg and not drip onto the carpet, and I carried her up to the tub. Natalie took over from there.












