What happened was...
I cut my little dudes hair the other night. I am not necessarily disappointed by the state of his head now as I entered into the thing with adventurous inclinations and tendencies. It was rather fun and cliched, chasing him around with a comb and scissors as he jogged butt nakey around the room. I am curious how he could possibly have known to stay still whenever he heard the "snish-snish" of the scissor blades. And it was a tiny bit sad to throw all those curls in the waste basket. I therapeutically repeated, "It grows back, it grows back..." to myself as I transformed my baby into a little man.
Which begs the question -- upon receiving a new 'do', why do our personalities also seem to shift? Boogiebear looks and acts like a cross between a teenager and a Terrible Twos vigilante. I miss his soft curls and the softer side that came with it. He hasn't kissed me in days..willingly. However, I was watering the plants a few minutes ago and telling him that plants like to drink water, just like us. His response was, "Coooooooool!" And he sounded just like me :)
Today we are going trick or treating at the local mall with some pals. It has been so fun dressing up as Dorothy with my Little Lion Man. It will also be fun to be done with trying to snap all the buttons on the costume and trying to scrub lollipop our of his mane. Till next year...
In the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints, they call it the Light of Christ. I don't so much mind how you know it, I just hope that my folks out there know they have it. That's what drew me to all the people I've come across...the worst one and the best ones. Like adversity, the Light of Christ hardly discriminates, I think. So yeah. It was all I could do to squeak out an "Amen" when I was finished. Then the choir followed with what I believe to be their most beautiful and well performed piece this year, "All is Well with my Soul." Call me self-centered, but in that moment, after turning from the podium with my face all screwed up in silent teary-ness (the ugliest kind of cry!), in that moment when the biggest picture came flooding into my framework, I heard my friends and sisters and brothers saying, "All is well with my soul," and I knew they were singing a confirmation to my very own heart. All IS well with my soul....all is well...with my heart, mind, and soul. And I know why. And I know how. And I know that I want that peace for every single person I've crossed paths with in this adverse journey through the wilderness.
"...in the wilderness, thou knowest the greatness of God; and he shall consecrate thine aafflictions for thy gain." 2 Nephi 2:2 in the Book of Mormon.
"And it came to pass that they were many times buried in the depths of the sea, because of the mountain waves which broke upon them, and also the great and terrible tempests which were caused by the fierceness of the wind...they did cry unto the Lord, and he did bring them forth again upon the top of the waters."
Ether 6:6-7 in the Book of Mormon.
Boy howdy did I get swallowed up by stormy waters. Waters that I did not cause to swell and then some that I did. There were times I cursed God and later begged him for help. Looking back it is quite clear to see the many instances in which I should have been much worse off but survived. The day that I gave up trying to figure it out by myself, gave up trying to solve all my own problems like I was taught, the day that I realized there was no way that any living thing on this planet could survive without a miracle...well I guess that's the day God knew I was ready. And I was ready. To treat Him more like my Heavenly Father and less like a mere philosophy or possibility or fair-weather friend. I did drag myself through the last stretch and didn't look so hot when I arrived. I probably smelled bad. But babies look pretty ugly and smell funky right after being born, right? That's exactly how it is...come out ugly and then ya get all cleaned up and you're ready to go to work. Go to work living.
to all and to all a spooky, safe night MWHAHAhahahahaha!