We have wanted to start a tradition of family service and so this week we decided to do a little food drive for the local food bank. Today the boys and I went to pick up all the food and they collected quite a bit! And I think the boys felt good knowing they were serving. But the greatest thing about today was the woman we collected from who has very little herself who gave two whole grocery bags full of food-the most of anyone we collected from. She explained to me that even though she doesn’t have much, she knows what it’s like to have less and she wants to give if she can at all give. What an amazing hands on lesson and example for my boys of the Widow and her mite. I told them the story and Mr. President was of course baffled by her giving so much when it just didn’t make sense to him logically. In his little mind it was crazy that she would do that. But I’m so grateful they got the chance to see that! I hope they never forget it.

“Verily I say unto you, That this poor widow hath cast more in, than all they which have cast into the treasury: For all they did cast in of their abundance; but she of her want did cast in all that she had, even all her living.” Mark 12:43-44.

A miraculous thing happened today. For any of you who know Mr. President at all you will know how miraculous this truly is. The ramifications are HUGE. So huge that I had to write about it. Mr. Pres is full of questions. Full of whys. It never ever stops. But today I saw the light at the end of the why tunnel. The boys were pretending to be foxes. Mr. Pres wanted to know exactly what they ate and before coming to me and asking me what they ate, he actually got out our Encyclopedia of Animals, turned to the Fox page and then he and Go Go read it together to answer THEIR OWN QUESTION! I was jumping up and down with excitement in my giddy anticipation of the future. And it was so fun to listen to them figure out how to say the harder words together. I should have recorded them discovering together.
How wonderful it is when they can actually answer their own questions!!! Wow. Dreams really do come true!

Mr. President was playing “house” with his friends today and he came walking down the hall to say “goodbye” to his “daughter”. From this I deduced that he was the father going off to work for the day. I noticed he had a square paper something in his hand that he had made and it looked to me like a briefcase. Having grown up with a father who took a briefcase to work, I naturally assumed this to be what it was. Impressed with his artwork I said, “Is that your briefcase?” He said, “No, what’s a briefcase? This is my computer.” Ah. Yes. Of course. Excuse me while I take my old self and go hang out with Ward Cleaver.