Abe taught a lesson on the prodigal son today, and I spent that time playing “dino parade” with some of the nursery kids. It was actually fun, and I got my spiritual uplift after dinner. The girls disappeared upstairs for two hours while Abe and I talked. I love talking with Abe because he always clarifies my thoughts and questions. Before we talked, I had been pondering some questions I have wondered ever since reading Stephanie Nielson’s memoir.
…And I elaborated on those questions before deleting the rest of the post. It was just too boring and long winded. At the end of the day, my conversation with Abe left me determined to be less judgy.
When we finally stopped talking, I headed upstairs to read to the girls and help herd them to bed. I discovered them happily conferring about how to make a window in a little “house” they had just built:
And I also took a picture of dinner. Abe makes all the salads around here because I find them boring, tedious, and too much work. He is more nutritionally motivated than I am, and since we recently got a great salad spinner, he has been making salad almost every night.
