There's No Photo to Prove It, But . . .

Our morning began with a tantrum at scriptures.  Evie insisted that Hyrum get her a Book of Mormon, and no one else.  I forced her out onto the patio in the "cold" (63 degrees) until she could calm down. It took her a while to come to her senses.

Then there was a miraculous change in the air.

Micah claimed that it's easiest for him to count by sixes and proved it to me by singing and dancing his way up to 106 with no effort.

Hyrum was giggling.  Evie was smiling.  I started dancing and laughing.

Kids ate breakfast, found shoes and backpacks with smiles on their faces.

Micah practiced the piano--even playing through his Toccata the required "once very slow" without complaint.

Evie thanked me for sharing celery with her.

The boys cleaned their room.  Micah shut Hyrum's fingers in the closet door, but he actually uttered a heartfelt apology.

I emptied dishwashers and loaded them back up.

Micah remembered his lunch.

Boys hustled off to school, talking about tests and playtime.

It is supposed to be a beautiful 75 degrees in the Valley of the Sun today.

There may not be any photographic evidence that this morning happened, but I am here to tell you that it did.

A nearly perfect morning.

It happened.