Special Moment

For several reasons I'm always the last one ready in the morning.  Not the least of which is I've never been a morning person and have a hard time getting out of bed. As I get older I've realized I'm not really a night person either, I think that I'm a middle of the day person now. 

I joke that in our marriage Steven is the girl and I'm the guy. He's the one always telling our life story to everyone who will listen and I'm the one annoyed by that. He's the one always rearranging the furniture when I'm perfectly happy the way it is. He's the one taking the lead to make sure the kids get to church, I'm the apostate.  

I've never been a spiritual person.  It's something I've struggled with all my life.  I think I've always just gone through the motions because that's what you are suppose to do.  I've never really had that defining life moment where it all seems to make sense.   I've tried before but my apathy always seems to get in the way.  I guess I'm feeling a little melancholy today.

Coming downstairs this morning I happened onto this scene, Steven reading the Book Of Mormon to the kids.  It makes me happy when I see things like this, because if it was up to me my kids would come up seriously lacking.