So, during lunch, Amaya and I were talking about the temple. I told her that she could get a family of her own at the temple. Then I proposed that we should go to the temple in our "caro rojo" sometime soon. Well, she gobbled up her food and was ecstatic (she squeaked those happy squeaks she squeaks when she can't contain her excitement). How do I tell my little girl that she will have to grow up first before she can get a "familia?" Well, we took advantage of Elder Reidhead's farewell to spend some time outside the temple at least. The babies love the temple already and they unknowingly have a tiny testimony that there is something magically real that happens there! I love to see the temple...I'm going there someday!
It turned out to be a beautiful bright Sunday, with puffy clouds hanging in the sky and us making it to Church on time. Even the 31 year old -stained with age- blessing suit decided to cooperate. It happily turned white after I saturated it with "Shout," rubbed my knuckles raw, and pleaded much on Saturday evening.
The babe was bathed and dressed by his Papi early Sunday morning; and this is what truly sparked a Papi and baby connection that morning. Later, the beautiful blessing experience cemented the bond for eternity. Baby Hyrum Ether Hatch was still and well behaved during the entire blessing and the entire Church block actually.
After Church we mingled with Nana, Grampa, Ivy, Abuelita, and tia Caro. Boy did Nana (our photographer) have a fun time trying to catch a smile from Papi. He makes pictures fun to look at (eyes are always in a daze or in the middle of a blink, lips are puckered trying to hold in any escaping smirk, and the whole face and body try to pose as serious as possible). Nevertheless, his goofy, cute, lovable self still shines through regardless!
This rainbow appeared in our back yard a while ago (when the first rains of winter started). I just loved Amaya's perspective on such a magical occurance. When I pointed it out she dashed to her closet to put on her clothes, shoes, and jaket all on her own (mind you that she is usually always naked, every day of the week, unless I am constantly covering her back up). Nevertheless, she was all ready to go. As she stepped out the back door and gazed up into heaven, she said... "Wee Mami, please!" At that moment I wished I could have sprinkled some magical pixie dust to assist her in her adventure. I could definitely picture a Squeaker sliding down the rainbow over and over again shouting and giggling "Weeee!"