Spring Break

We had a busy spring break. I enjoy the break from school as much as the kids or more! Bridger took a couple of days off so we could do something as a family and we didn't have to feel so guilty having fun when he still had to work. We took the kids snowmobiling and sledding on Monday with Bridger's Dad. He loves snowmobile and we have had relatively little time to do that with him since we moved here. It is fun for him to be able to share that with his grandkids and try to pass on one of his favorite hobbies. Tuesday, I had a mystery shop in a town bordering Utah, so we decided to drive a little farther and take the kids to Chuck E Cheese. They have been begging to go there for years, literally. We have been before, but the closest ones are in Utah or Boise. Bridger was rather skeptical of going, but I think even he had a good time watching the kids have so much fun. Brynna said it was the "best day ever!" Daven quickly copied her saying that. He also asked if we could go to Chuck E Cheese tomorrow. I thought it might be a little juvenile for Corban but he had a good time, too. Gideon loved following Chuck E. around and wanted to touch his nose. On our way home, we stopped to get ice cream. Brynna told Bridger he was spoiling them. Kjerstin promptly told him that was his job. Wednesday, we went to Lava to see Aunt Pam and go to the dentist. The kids love going to the dentist, probably because it is their Aunt. Thank heaven for small blessings. No cavities helps, too! Thursday their Grandma Critchfield wanted to do some scrapbook pages with the kids. I have resigned myself that if scrapbooks happen, they will happen when the kids are older and I can leave pictures out. She organized this herself and did pictures from their last birthdays. I think the kids had fun and she got to share one of her favorite hobbies, too. Friday they finally got a day to play with their friends and had a great time and I had a day to catch up and stay home :) There are two more months of school and there is one day off (Memorial Day). That certainly won't match up to the this month where we had two Fridays off and one whole week off. We had snow during spring break again. It is great to live in Idaho. I think we have every year we have lived here. It didn't dampen my spirits and I loved the break from the normal pace of life. It is like President Hinckley once quoted, "Life is like an old-time rail journey—delays, sidetracks, smoke, dust, cinders and jolts, interspersed only occasionally by beautiful vistas and thrilling bursts of speed. The trick is to thank the Lord for letting you have the ride." I enjoyed the ride this week with it's vistas. Now to go back to sidetracks and smoke and bumpy ride!

Walking in the Light

I was watching my little Gideon the other day. The sun was shining through the window and leaving a blotch of sunshine on my carpet. He kept walking back and forth over that spot of carpet wondering ( I am assuming) why it looked different and why it felt warmer. My dog would do that, too. He would take morning naps on the places where the sun shined through the window leaving a warm area on the ground. He would move as the day grew to follow that warm spot. It got me to thinking about the light of the Gospel. Do we like to walk in the light? I also saw some photos on Facebook of one of my younger cousins. He looks like he is not walking in the light that he was brought up in. He looks like another one of my cousins that recently got arrested for drug use. Why do we leave the light? It feels good. It is warm. Even my one year old baby can tell that. I know sometimes we have are required to exercise faith and take a step into the darkness before we find the light again. Do we get lost? Are we afraid of making the step and stay where we are and get lost? Is it our stubborness? It makes me want to be like a little child (my little child) and walk in the light. It makes pray that my little Gideon will always want to walk in the light. It makes me think of the primary song: Teach me to walk in the light of his love, teach me to pray to my Father above, teach me to know of the things that are right. Teach me, teach me, to walk in the light. Do we have to be taught to walk in the light? I think we get it as little children and we somehow forget. Is it like those classes we have taken that we really don't remember anything from because we took it just to get the grade and move on? It is amazing to me how much I learn from my kids even when they don't even know they are teaching me. Right now they are telling me to be done with this, but I hope I remember the lesson I learned and I will walk in the light.