Sunday, December 07, 2014
Dear Riley,
Sunday is winding down here.
Dad is up in his room playing Silent Night on his tin whistle. Cambry is downstairs printing off music for
her ward Christmas program next week and I hear occasional FB message
blips. Parker and Elise, who both contracted
the flu Aleah had are lying low. And I’m
sitting on the loveseat under the family picture, content.
The girls did play at their recital Saturday. I had sent a text to Sis Mano Friday night to
let her know that Aleah had been sick and wondering if we could just come,
play, and go. But I hadn’t heard from
her. I had dropped you a letter at Post
Mart on my way into LoLo’s Saturday morning because the Provo office is right
there. Sis Mano called me a little after
9 just as I was checking out and said we should come now. I had the recital time as 9:30 in my
calendar, so I wasn’t stressed a lick about time until that moment.
I called the girls and told them to have Dad take them over
and I would come meet them there. By the
time I got there they had already played which was kind of sad. Aleah was weak as she still hadn’t taken any
food, so I took her home. After we got
the groceries unloaded, I wanted to send you the pomegranate and I still had
time to make the Post Mart by Smiths, so I left Aleah and Parker home together
with strict instructions to not speak to one another until I returned.
Then as I was pulling away from Post Mart, I felt impressed
to go to Hancock Fabrics to look for stuff for Dad to use as a Wiseman. The store had just opened and they were
having 50% off most everything. I felt
like from that time until I was finished with the project, I had a shoulder
angel. I bought a $.99 pattern and some
remnant home décor fabric and notions and headed home about an hour after the
impulse. While I worked, I would get
impressions for how to proceed and would move as prompted. Dad came down at 6:10 because the dinner
began at 6:30. I told him to take
everyone, his head scarf and Wiseman coat and I would be along shortly with the
tunic.
I showed up to the dinner, dressed nice myself, and still
had to stand in line for food. I don’t
know why I felt like I should go so fully out, it’s not like I couldn’t have
used that day for many needful things.
But I did feel impressed and I guess the moral of this story is that
when you follow those promptings, even if you don’t see the impact of your
decisions, you feel drawn out in gratitude to God that He reaches to you over
the smallest of things.
So after the program, Santa came to the west foyer and the
kids were able to go sit on his lap and get a photo taken. Josie did NOT want to go see him. I had to take things back to the primary closet
and she was scared enough that she clung to me all the way. I said, I’m sure they have candy canes to
give out to the kids after they visit with Santa. “Mom, my tummy actually hurts so that’s why I
don’t want to get a candy cane from Santa.”
Persistent as I am, I picked her up and spoke softly to her
and implored her to come and see with me.
She didn’t want to, but she didn’t fit.
So we went and observed all the kids as they sat on his lap, had a
conversation, smiled for a picture and hopped back down with a candy cane in
hand. While she wouldn’t sit on his lap,
she would talk to him from mine and told him she wanted a Zerina Barbie. I had forgotten that. The Santa was very patient and kind and
quiet. And Josh Zushi was the “Peter Pan”
elf, as Josie named him.
This week is the singles dinner. Pray for me Wednesday.
Elise, Parker, Cambry, Dad and I are all in the living room
now talking. We listened to your farewell. Then I shared from my letter the
part about Santa with them. Parker told
us you two figured out that Santa wasn’t real because you would keep track of
his eye color. You two!
Well it’s late. We
love you.
Love,
Mom
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