This morning Abe and I went on a run. I ran a mile and a half, which is not much I know, but it is huge for me. This body has pushed out four children, gained a ton of weight in the process, suffers from all sorts of pains and problems, and I can still run. I am so hugely thankful for this blessing. There was a time after having Clarissa that I would watch people run and honestly wonder whether I would ever do anything more than shuffle for the rest of my life.
Abe took Ammon fishing today while my mom, the girls and I ran errands. I loved going to the library with the two older girls–it was such a luxury not to chase Clarissa around!
Clarissa was really funny in Target, though. Halfway through she stood up in the cart seat and said, “I’m done!” with a mischievous smile on her face. I tightened the strap, buckled her firmly in and said, “No, Clarissa. We sit down in the cart!”
At that point, Clarissa let out a shriek of anger and started sobbing and screaming to everyone around, “HELP ME!! HELP ME!!!”
I about died laughing. It was so funny to see her implore the store to help her to escape from the safety of her buckle. But then I found my sympathy, unbuckled her and carried her for the rest of the time. She is so funny.
And then in the evening my mom and I went to institute with Lori Atoa. The institute class has been amazing. The woman teaching it is a church revolutionary feminist, and this last class of the semester she preached about how to practice radical doctrine in the context of real life. She talked so beautifully about how to forgive and grow in that space. I was so inspired.
Then I ran out to buy pajamas because tomorrow is pj day for Lydia and she literally does not own a single pair that fits her. I was racing to get to the store and find some for her because her bottom literally hangs out of her current pajamas. Thank goodness I found some.
Steve Young came over while my mom and I were gone and helped Abe with his golf swing, and now Abe is playing basketball with a friend.