Apparently I'm going through some kind of extreme emotional strain or something because I've been on the verge of tears all day long. Over stupid stuff like Fletcher saying, "oh mom! you look beautiful!" when i was in my pajamas....
anyway, I had to do sharing time for the primary kids at church today, and was all stressed out over that, and then all touched at how awesome and wise and responsive the kids were.
And then one of the primary kids was baptised this evening, and I kept thinking about how Connor is going to be 8 this year, and that he's going to be baptized, and how he's so big -- I was choking back tears the whole stupid time and then on the drive home I had this conversation with Connor:
Con: "So Mom, when is it that people get to throw their hats in the air?"
(I know, random, right?)
Me: "You probably won't get to do that until you graduate from highschool. So you'll be around eighteen."
Con: "Oh. So, that will be right before I go on my mission, right?"
And then I burst into tears. It was too much for me! He's not even baptized yet and already thinking about his mission! Now I have a headache and I need chocolate.
On a completely unrelated note, I would like to inform everyone who was aghast at THIS POST, that Craig did the dishes the other day. For no reason at all besides that he wanted to do me a favor while I was out running errands. Let's hear it, "awwwwwwww".
He loves me.