Count your blessings...

Our church block changed from 1 pm to 9 am, this photo was taken at 9:20 am this morning as we were once again running late. We are still trying to figure out how to get out the door, looking presentable, on time. (Whoever said Sunday was a day of rest was obviously not a mother of young children...)
We were too late to get a seat in the chapel so we sat through sacrament meeting in the foyer. Jacob was quietly reading the February issue of the Friend when he leaned over and whispered to Brian, "Dad, you need to get some adversity. It will make you stronger." Brian said, "I've already got some, bud. My legs not working is an adversity." He went on to explain that the kind of strength adversity gives you is spiritual, not physical. (If adversity gave us physical strength Brian would be running Iron Man triathlons and pulling school buses and moving mountains.) My boys are pretty sweet together though, I love watching Brian having a "daddy moment" and teaching his son. I am also glad that my children don't see their dad as disabled, they just know that he is their dad who loves them and takes care of them. So in spite of the adversity we have in our life, we also have a lot of blessings to count.