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Dillan has become very aware of his schedule. He understands that Mon Wed and Fri he goes to school. "So Mom, what do we do on Tuesday and Thursday?" Answers are typically laundry, cleaning, watch a movie, let Mommy take a nap, run errands. BORING stuff. He says he's ready to play soccer again.
So I started looking for something he could do during the long winter months before spring soccer starts. I was fortunate enough to find a reasonably priced, non-competitive basketball class for 3-5 year olds that meets Thursday mornings at the park.
Dillan is so excited about basketball. It is, after all, "Daddy's game."



It wasn't raining on the first day, but it was cold! He had selected his basketball attire carefully, and did not want to wear a coat. His teacher (coach) is fun and energetic and even brought treats for after class. Dillan is the only 4 year old. The rest are 3.



While it was difficult for the coach to keep everyone on task, there were runaway balls, boys gathering sticks, boys taking a break to chat with mommies, boys uninterested in playing after 3 seconds, one boy remained completely attentive and focused on the coach. Dillan. He didn't look over to me once. Even when I cheered as he scored a basket, he was in total game mode. Proud moment. He was working so hard and having so much fun.



I honestly believe that the Lord spoiled me in blessing me with the exact little boy that I always wanted. A good listener, athletic, charismatic, smart, sweet, and confident. I must have made a list of all the qualities I wanted my son to have and left it in heaven. He's perfect.


I'm not forgetting about Leah either. I don't have a picture of this special moment that happened today, but hopefully by writing it down I will preserve the memory. I don't want to forget how I feel at this moment. It may be the hormones, but every time I think of it, my eyes become wet. I feel warmth all over, and a special glow. A motherly glow.
We attended a baptism today for a boy in the ward. I went to be supportive as a member of the Primary Presidency and also volunteered to lead the music. When we took our seats, the kids were not being cooperative. Leah was tired and Dillan hungry. They flopped from chair to floor, to new chair, to my lap, to fighting over the same chair, to whining, and back again. I wasn't sure how it was supposed to work. When it was time for the opening song, I told them I would be up front waving my arm. The song started ("I am a Child of God") and I started scanning the room looking at all the faces.
Then I heard a child's voice, singing loud. I mean LOUD. The words were correct, and they were more or less on key. I look over to see the sweetest sight I've seen in a long time. My children, side by side on a chair. Dillan had his arm around Leah and they were both singing their hearts out, watching me closely. I had to hold back the tears, I didn't want to embarrass myself in front of everyone, but it was hard and I probably failed big time. She only knows the first verse, but when the chorus came, she was the loudest in the room. Pride. It wasn't the best time to pull out my camera, but I hope that image will never leave my memory bank.