train ride epiphanies

The day we rode the train Cam wished for a camera. So I handed him my camera to take a few pictures. He couldn't believe it (it was an impulsive move by me, and I couldn't quite believe I had done it either). But he was in heaven and it was totally worth the tinesy bit of anxiety I had as he held the camera. And when I showed him the pictures he had taken, he was amazed at his awesomeness. Which made me think of two things. First, creating (in its many forms) brings us happiness. Taught so insightfully by Dieter F. Uchtdorf--and quite possibly my favorite talk ever.

Second, there are few things as precious as the confidence of a child. . . So this week I am going to consider myself through the eyes of my second grade self. Which really should be pretty easy because I have bangs now (actually it is called fringe these days. Did you know that? Because I did not, and I didn't know what the people doing my hair were talking about. Fringe? I'm thinking. Do I have fringe on? I have no fringe on today. . . I don't think I own any fringe. Do I? Do I own any item with fringe on it? Thinking. Thinking. No. No fringe. And these were my thoughts as I prayed they didn't cut my bangs too short. So anyway it should be pretty easy to consider myself through my second grade eyes because I have bangs now, and the last time I got fringe was in the second grade. It was a love hate relationship then too.