Sweet Sabeth

Today was a really good day. Dinner was so peaceful, both kids just sat and ate and chatted. They didn't complain or whine or fight. And it wasn't even a particularly "kid friendly" meal - teriyaki grilled salmon, rice, steamed broccoli and cauliflower, and fabulous red velvet cake with cream cheese frosting. They told us all about their lessons from Primary, and about their new teachers. They listened while we talked about our day.

After dinner, they cleared the table and then went and put their pajamas on and brushed their teeth. And then Megan sat and read stories to Jared. At bedtime, they read scriptures and said prayers and hugged and kissed us. And went to bed. And didn't get up again. And didn't ask for drinks of water.

WHO ARE THESE PEOPLE? Where are my children? Are these small alien clones that swapped places with my kids for the evening? Are these the same two kids that I wrote THIS about?

I'm just kidding. I know they are my children. My wonderful, sweet children. They are getting older, more independent. And it is wonderful. There were days (and months and years) that I wondered if we would ever get here, but we did. And for one day at least, it's a wonderful place to be.

Someone remind me of all this next time I want to run away and join the circus.