A Special Time of Year
BJ | August 4, 2006 9:20 amAt least Andrew enjoys (or possibly recoils from) my political commentary, but I’d like to switch the pace a little. It’s kind of taxing to rant into thin air so I’ll reserve it for special events from now on (I’m lying … I can’t shutup).
Anyway, let’s get to important things in life. It’s been a while since we’ve posted anything about Sophia, but don’t let that fool you into thinking that she isn’t the highlight of our lives. She’s the happiest baby I’ve ever seen. We thought we had captured a special moment when we took a photo of her smiling around 2 weeks old, but her natural state is smiling. Sure there are moments of hunger, frustration, and fatigue but most of the time just looking at her elicits a toothless little grin, followed up by some squealing and cooing.
We try to give her tummy time periodically, and she hates it. She doesn’t cry, but rather yells and, I imagine, curses in whatever language babies speak. To be fair to her, I think the only thing that keeps her from turning over is that fact that her arm is in the way. She’ll raise one of her legs up and shift her weight to one side but inexorably there is a little arm in the wrong place. She kicks and yells. She tries to push with one arm and one leg but in the end the only thing she can manage is bending her little arm. She won’t listen to reason. I try to position her arm to make it easier for her, but inevitably she is her parents’ daughter and must do things her way.
I have a new assignment in church. Oddly enough I can’t really talk about it much suffice to say I’m the new welfare representative for the ward. Compared to other callings or assignments its a decidedly temporal one in the sense that I will be there to assist families/people on the path the self sufficience. Rather than a Sunday School teacher or other spritual instructor, I will be a temporal instructor. To be honest, I have no idea how I will be able to do this. I am young and generally those I will be helping get jobs put their finances in order will be older than me. I have been blessed with a pragmatic wife and a lack of desire to impress with flashy luxuries combine that with working constantly since 16 years of age and we live a relatively financially easy life. I am worried that our own lack of strict budgeting has us hemorraging money that could be saved, but I’ve been blessed with a wife who keeps a vice grip on our finances. The church I attend (LDS/Mormon) has a very large and very involved welfare program for members that really helps those in need. You may have heard of the huge financial reserves of the church iself but I can honestly attest to it’s proper use in helping the needy. Obviously personal matters such as these are kept quiet so this may be the only time I speak of my assignments again.
I turned 27 today. This number seems old when I think of my hobbies and distinct lack of maturity, but when I look at my daughter I feel young. I look at my beautiful wife and feel like a giddy teenager. I sleep in my bed at night feeling like I’m still at a slumber party. I still feel like a kid when I’m at my parents or in-laws house. I hate mowing the lawn. I listen to raucous music. I enjoy video games, and still dream of exotic sports cars. Life is fun. I hope I still feel the same way in 30 years when I have my own grandkids
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