"Your story should be written now while it is fresh and while the true details are available. A journal is the literature of superiority. Each individual can become superior in her own humble life." ~Spencer W. Kimball
I woke up with a hankering today. A hankering to see big animals.
After a little discussion, we settled on the zoo.
Biggest animals in town, you know. I love the pictures of the elephants because they are my favorite animal, but the baby's trunk just couldn't reach the water at first, so it kept intercepting the water in its Momma's mouth. Adorable!
The polar bear had us in peals of laughter. It would swim up to the window, jump up right in front of us, touching the window, and then swim away, only to do it all over again. It went on for a good 15 mintues. What a clown.
I have been thinking over the past few days how lucky I am. I stick out a hand and almost instantaneously it is filled with a little one. I don't have to ask. I don't need to say anything at all. Faye and I seem to have an understanding. I am needed. With Keith, it is hit and miss. Sometimes he takes my hand when I put it out, but most of the time he doesn't want it. The precious few times he takes my hand, I revel and hang on to the moment, knowing it is fleeting. I hope Faye doesn't ever grow out of it as my hand needs to be filled!
I had the intention of wearing out the kids today, so when we finished with the zoo, we went to the bird park.
Spring! Real flowers!
I can't get over how cute Faye was, carrying around her baby everywhere she went.