On Sunday morning Abe and my mom took the kids to stake conference and I went to a meditation at the local yoga studio. I had the most beautiful experience and left feeling peaceful and deeply centered.
In the evening we went to the park we discovered Saturday and ate dinner there. Right when we were about to start, Clarissa fell off the bench face first onto the hard concrete. I screamed, “SHIT!” in horror, and as soon as we figured out Clarissa was fine (not even a scratch, it seemed), both Lydia and Mary wanted to know what “shit” meant. I had to explain, then Abe tried to explain, and then I tried to explain again. Finally I just concluded by telling them never to say this at school otherwise they would get in trouble. Can we all say ” Mom-fail” now???? And also the effects of morning meditation were obviously no longer in play by the evening. Eep.
Then I spent the rest of the time there chasing Clarissa and Ammon all around while Abe attempted to do Come Follow Me with the girls, both of whom wanted to play too. Finally it started to rain and we packed up and went home. It wasn’t quite the same level of magic as Saturday morning, but it was still great to be outside in such a nice setting.
Abe and I both felt sad that we were apart today during church, and so we ended up talking for hours in the evening after the kids went to bed. Talking always helps us get to a point where we can understand why we each feel pain, and it gives us a chance to love and affirm each other in our weakness.