Breakfast was a rare feast. And I say rare because the children usually don't have the patience to wait that long, nor do Jeffrey and I have the desire that early in the morning to whip out a four course meal. But in honor of Independence Day, I decided I needed to do something. I remembered my grandma's Bear Lake Souffle (aptly named, as that is where we usually spent our 4th of July mornings) which cannot be beat, and we had it every year. I want my children to have memories like that, so bacon, sausage, pancakes, potatoes, eggs, and pancakes we had, as well as fresh squeezed orange juice (from the can) and toast. But it was a happy day. Not completely Norman Rockwell-esque, but enough.
However, that is not what I want to remember. I want to remember the things that Faye has been doing, so that she can remember when she is older.
I want her to remember the time I was sitting in the living room a few weeks ago, working on Primary things, when I heard an odd noise coming from the carport. It sounded a bit like pounding metal, and I felt I had better investigate.
I walked outside and found Keith and our next door neighbor girl sitting on the grass, watching Faye. I put my finger to my lips, indicating they shouldn't alert her to my presence, and I followed the sound around the corner until I was in full view of her escapades.
We had not yet set up the trampoline, and she really is my little Tigger. Which is the reason we bought the trampoline. Because she needs to bounce. And bouncing she was. Like a graceful little joey on the roof of Jeffrey's car. Her skirt billowing up and about her like a jellyfish with each and every bounce, her face beaming with sheer delight whether from the sound or the feel I doubt I will ever know, but it was absolute bliss for her. I leaned against the corner of the house, watching the joy of each spring, the freedom of each bounce, until her leaps brought her around and her face crumpled from ecstasy into guilt when she caught sight of me.
"Oh! I didn't know you were standing there," she said, honestly.
And that is what I love about Faye. She is honest.
There were no made up excuses about why she was jumping on the roof of Jeffrey's car. There was no attempt to hide her guilt, just a simple and honest "I didn't know you were there."
That girl makes me laugh.
It's the little things.