Stories

Tristan and I have been reading scriptures together every night lately.  You know, the kid kind with pictures?  I remember my mom reading them with me when I was little.  It's been nice, kind of establishing a real bedtime routine.  I get Tristan in his jamies, he grabs the book, we sit down together and read a chapter. He helps me point things out in the pictures and tells me who everyone is (Nephi is his favorite currently) and then we say a prayer.

This is my favorite though.  Sometimes, instead of shouting, Amen! at the end, he throw his hands up and shouts, Nephi!  Haha, it's so adorable.  At least he's learning, right?  There's just something about he gospel that brings a family together, builds strong ties and bonds as you read and pray together, for one another.  Tristan has been praying for daddy while he is away, and that gets me every time.  It's amazing how close children naturally are to their Savior, and how second nature praying seems to be.  I'm amazed by the faith of little children, by their example of trust and humility.  Tristan may drive me crazy, but when he gets down on his little knees before bed, I can see him how his Heavenly Father sees him, and my love for him grows.

I'm so grateful for the truths my parents taught me as a child, and I am grateful now to be able to teach my own children.  You know what they say, right?  The family that prays together, stays together.