Today is officially the end of Summer.
I'm upstairs in the loft listening to the children
who are in the diningroom
eating their breakfast--
spoons clanking against the cereal bowls
small chatter that I can't quite make out,
they're fully-dressed and ready to go
an hour before the bus comes.
They're a little bit excited.
Mr Wonderful gave them each a
on Monday night.
I listened intently as the blessing was pronounced,
for impressions I might also receive
on my heart and mind
to better help the children
in school, at home, in Life.
It is always a sweet experience
when Dad lays his hands upon the children's heads
and the Holy Ghost whispers the blessings
specific to each child's needs and talents.
I am grateful for these priesthood moments in our home.
It gives the children confidence as they go towards a new school year
that Heavenly Father is aware of them,
reassures them of His love for them,
and the guidance from heaven is theirs
for the asking.
It gives me comfort too of course.
Sending my children out into the world
is not easy,
in fact, there are moments when
I ponder homeschooling them
for safety reasons alone.
So having Dad give the children blessings
is as much for me sometimes
as it is for them.
The yahoos are ready
and their backpacks are by the door,
filled with clean, new spiral notebooks,
crayola markers with all the caps on them (!),
highlighters and index cards,
and hand sanitizer to boot!
(My generation of kids must've had terribly germy hands.
All we ever used was DIAL soap.)
Fall is in the air this morning,
a lazy haze is rising against the base of Pikes Peak,
and the high temperature today is supposed to top out at
I am right where I want to be this very moment.
Perfect weather for the first day of school, yeah?