Monica Buckles

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…There was a boy and his mom that went on a walk. They crossed over a bridge, and a troll jumped out and said “give me some money” (in a really growly voice). The little boy says I don’t have any money, but I do have a song, and then the little boy starts singing “I am a child of God”. When he is done the troll lets him pass safely.

This is my 4 year old’s latest bed time story that he tells me every night. He likes to tell me one after I’ve told him one, but where does he come up with this stuff? I haven’t told him a story even remotely close to this, but I love it.

Today Sadie had a temple trip with the YM and YW. Of course since procrastination is my middle name, I waited until 5 minutes before it was time to go, and then decided to look for her recommend. I new exactly were it was, or at least I thought I did, so as I’m frantically tearing the house apart, and she is getting closer to a total melt down, I decided to beg Heavenly Father for help.

This has always worked for me, but I was afraid this would be the one time that it didn’t. So after a frantic prayer the recommend was found tucked away safe and sound next to mine in my wallet. Phew. I then drove like a mad women the whole mile and a half to the temple and dropped her off at the door. (with a disk of family names hopefully to get done)

As I watched her walk away into the temple something hit me, how grown up she is, and that not to far off she will be walking into the temple for a bigger purpose. Where does the time go? Just yesterday I was rocking her to sleep, and putting band aids on skinned knees.