Give Her Five!

Daddy : Eve, you have to always be my little girl.

Eve : But Dad, I can't marry you!  You're already married!

Daddy : Yes.  But you can always be my little girl and you can live with us forever.

Eve : Dad, you're a nut-case!

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Evening bliss, the tightening every five minutes 

during a Relief Society Fireside.

Are you the one in labor? 

Sisters gathered around 

then I smiled home,

packing my bags and my hopes of a finally feminine voice.

Mere hours later, a few natural strains and she, she, she

cried a girlish cry, opening big and bold.

Nearly double digits of her own flair already.

I held my genesis, my fruit, my Eve.

My Valentine's Day Gift to My Valentine!

Dynamic d'Evegnees

Getting home from Church at noon increases not only the time we have for family play, but apparently it sends our kids' imaginations into a new dimension where costumes roam free and super-hero-powers come alive.

A few Sundays ago the kids were playing downstairs while I was causing a wave of domestic destruction in the kitchen and preparing Sunday dinner. When I went downstairs I found them in a huddle of heroic proportions, collectively fighting off galactic bad guys en masse. They had already created the cast of characters, complete with the description of their super-powers and a plot for their upcoming movie (which is still in negotiations with the producers--aka the parents who own the expensive equipment).

The names, the powers, and the costumes were all their own--I'm just the lady that brought it to the big screen!