Aidan's search for truth.......

This afternoon, we're driving down the road when Aidan, who turned 7 last week says completely out of the blue......"Mom, I can't get baptized when I'm 8 till I know which Church is true!" I tell him that he needs to pray to Heavenly Father about it and ask him and he will get his answer." To which he responds....."But, Mom, I can't just pray about this at home, I've got to go to the woods!" lol

So, then we talk about that back then Joseph Smith probably lived in a pretty small house and had lots of brothers and sisters and probably didn't have his own bedroom with which to have privacy and peace & quiet to pray in. So, that's probably why he went to the woods, but that his (Aidan's) bedroom would probably be adequate especially since he'd be pretty hard pressed to find some "woods" to pray in, in Albuquerque. lol Though I suppose he could go to the "bosque" down by the Rio Grande. :p

Last call.........

There is a post on an online site I frequent right now from a member whose Grandma is in her final days. She is far from her and can't get to her side in time to be with her, so she is calling her today (may have already by now) to tell her goodbye. :( She was asking advice on how to start such a conversation and what she should say to her. It got me thinking about my last phone conversation with Mom. My last conversation with my Mom was pretty lame and brief. I sort of regret that. I talked to her every day, some times several times a day.....I called to tell her about everything important and everything not important too. lol I had NO idea that it would be the last time I would talk to her and maybe it was easier that way. Had I known, I would probably have been hysterical and would never have let her hang up. :( I wish that I had written her a letter like this lady had written her Grandma, really laying it all out there. Telling her everything that she means to me, how important she is in my life, telling her favorite memories, etc. I kept thinking I should do that, but never did. :( I try to find comfort though, in that my Mom had to have known how important she is to me by our relationship and how it was. By the fact that I did call her and talk to her about everything. Last June, when she got really sick and ended up in the hospital and I remember telling her that she couldn't leave me because there is no one on this Earth that would put up with my phone calls the way she did. lol Gosh how I miss talking to her. Telling her about everything important and everything not important. I don't think I could have handled knowingly making a "last call." I'm just so glad that even though our last conversation wasn't very deep, the last words we heard each other say in her lifetime was, "I love you."