I’ve been meaning to get myself a pocket hymnal for years, so I was happy when Dean got me one for Christmas this year. Today during Sacrament Meeting, Rose found it in my church bag and whispered, “Whose is this?” I whispered back, “It’s my new one.” “Can I take it to Primary with me?” She always likes to have “scriptures” to take to Primary, and we keep forgetting to get her some of her own, so I hesitated for a moment, glancing between her eager five-year-old face and my pristine book. “No,” I answered, “I might need it. Maybe Daddy will let you take his.” “No,” she whispered. “I’m not allowed to, because I chewed on its ribbon.”
(When I was telling this story to my family tonight, I said I’ve thought about making some sort of ribbon-bedecked chew toy for Rose, but I’m afraid that she wouldn’t be interested in chewing on it if she had permission. My sister Suzy said I should make one and tell Rose, “This is the one thing you’re not allowed to chew on.” I think that really might work.)
Hazel was asleep when it was time to leave for church today, and Dean was reluctant to wake her, so he stayed home and I took the other kids to Sacrament Meeting. When he brought her during Sunday School, he’d dressed her in the white cotton embroidered dress I’d picked out for her, with a cherry-red corduroy coat. As I caught a glimpse of her out of the corner of my eye, I was stunned by how beautiful and adorable she was. He handed her to me, and I felt like I’d just been given a great treasure. Really? She’s mine? I get to hold her? Yes, please!
Then almost immediately she started squawking, and I remembered that I’d had to spend last week’s Sunday School out in the foyer since she couldn’t keep quiet nor sit still. And so every great treasure comes with a price.
A couple of weeks ago we were at my sister Susanna’s house. Suzy said to Henry, “Could you be any cuter?!” He said, “Okay.”