Night Games and Mourning

Night games, Ghosts in the Graveyard, No Bears, Capture the Flag, any of these sound familiar? Last Saturday the teenagers at our house hosted night games. Twelve youth gathered at our house to play. When they were all gathered they went out t0 the way back and started on the games. Kieran and a couple others came late because of the Young Womens Broadcast. It was above freezing and most of the snow had melted so it is officially spring in Rexburg. There were few trips up to the house for supplies but nobody wanted to quit, even when the drizzle started coming down. At 9:30pm parents started showing up to pick up their kids the group came in happy and excited. The conversation full of instant replays of exciting insidences and near misses I took as a good sign that things had gone well. We had only a couple of minor injuries due to unseen tree limbs or stumps. It was a real treat to see these kids enjoy themselves. They almost sounded like my little one when it's time to go home after a play date. "Do we have to go now?" "Can't we stay a little longer?" It was a fun time even for me. After all the kids were picked up Kieran and Brayden came in to sit on my bed and tell me about the games. It was just so fun to sit with these almost grown up children and share in their excitement. The fun that they had come to share with me! their Mom! I'm so grateful to my children for the love they still give. I will always treasure the memories of them as babies, their soft baby skin and little round sturdy bodies, the baby talk and hugs and wet slobbery kisses. These things are great memories but I am so glad that they are not all. I am glad for the moments we have now that they are big the intelligent observations they make, the desire I see in them to do right, their testimonies, the questions about things that are hard and what it was like for me as a young person, their tall growing bodies, the hugs, the dry kisses and their willingness to still share laughter, happiness and love with me. I am so happy there continues to be more. I love my children.

So where is the mourning? You see it's my cell phone. It went out to the Way Back for night games and didn't return. No it was not new or expensive. It took only marginal pictures and I had no way to send them to any one or down load them to my computer. I even have another one just like it in my sock drawer. So why the mourning? It had the sim card with it that I have had since Arkasnsas. I will never be able to replace all the numbers that were on that card and I am so sad to lose them. It's almost as bad as losing friends. Feel free to call me to console me in my grief, so I can get your number back.