A Sunday At Home

I had to stay home from church today with Ethan. His snotty nose has turned into a fever and goobery eyes. I hate missing church. Even just missing one Sunday can effect how my week goes. But knowing that John needed to be there for his calling, I opted to stay home. I have visions of having a yummy meal cooked, a clean house and a napping baby when the rest of my family returns home. Ethan and I chopped potatoes and ham and loaded the crockpot while listening to the BYU channel. After the regular Sunday programming, they started last weeks conference address with ASL. It reminded me of my college days and my wishes to learn sign language. As I watched them sign away, I realized I have forgotten most of what I had learned. I realized I still have a desire to learn some kind of trade to contribute to the world. So for now, I am mommy and that is enough work for me, but soon Ethan will be off to school too and then it will be my turn to further my education or learn a new craft. So I am glad that I got some alone time with my sick baby. I am glad I got to listen to the words spoken at conference again. And I am glad for the realization that I need to learn and grow and stretch my brains.