Honeysuckle & Fireflies

After a dinner of Chicken Fajitas, most of us went on a walk to the park. We wanted to escape the contentious one and enjoy the nice weather (questioning the nice weather part – it was 87 degrees at 7 pm with 66% humidity). Aside from smelling like mosquito repellant, and sweating, it was a great walk. Scotty brought a basketball and he and Jimmy shot some hoops at the park (after the ball rolled into the muddy ditch… one of those things a parent sees coming but the 11-year-old didn’t consider when rolling the ball on the downhill sidewalk).

Max, Eliza, and Scotty went on the park swings. I educated them on the benefits of swinging as a child which helps regulate their vestibular system (not sure what that means … something about movement awareness or balance… maybe… the things you learn from instagram that you should probably verify before teaching your kids.)

On the way home, we spotted fireflies in the forest. Scotty educated us on the mating rituals of fireflies which was … educational. haha. I didn’t grow up with fireflies in dear ol’ Idaho, so I think they are extra spiffy. We walked through the backyard gate by all the honeysuckle (also something I didn’t grow up by). Jimmy taught Scotty how to taste the nectar from the honeysuckle flower.

We heard from Abe who is in Sao Paulo Brazil during our walk, which was reassuring to know he’s still alive on his first day on BYU Band Tour. He lives! And I hope he has a wonderful experience.

These pics are from 2016 when the kids first learned about honeysuckle and fireflies. I miss those days though I remind myself the past wasn’t all ‘cookies, and milk, and yellow balloons’ all the time, either. As Emily Freeman shared in her recent Conference address. We have good days… and we have bad days. But life and testimony are forged throughout each day.