I asked him what he was grateful for before I prayed with him one night. He started singing the chorus of a song they learned in primary, with sign (from Joann Twitchell): “If I count to a hundred or a thousand I’m sure, there would still be more to be grateful for.” It was so so sweet. I love his singing voice. He is in pitch; he doesn’t seem to enjoy singing formally. But he’ll sing in the car or randomly.
Sunday, May 17, 2026
One earring
Eloise is 9 now. Today I was looking at her, just feeling so much enjoyment from her child-ness. She had one earring in, and wasn’t worried about it. Her bangs are too long but she said no when I offered to trim them. Her legs are more muscle. She loves having me stop on Morrow so she can get out and run home. She went to a garage sale yesterday by herself while Joseph and I were separately gone for a bit, Conley with Joseph. She left a note on the threshold of the garage so we’d see it right when we came in. She bought jewelry with her birthday cash. My heart swells with pride and also fascination and curiosity imagining her asking how much the bracelets were, saying OK, paying, and walking home. She played with, held, and fed Ila while I babysat her today. I love her spirited, carefree nature.
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