Monday, January 19, 2009
Several times a day Bardo touches my heart with his sensitivity and understanding. Today was no exception.
Tonight, after Pippi's bedtime story, Bardo told me that he wanted his scriptures. While I was grabbing our copy Book of Mormon Stories, I grabbed a book with some of Greg Olson's paintings. After we read the story of how The Book of Mormon came to be, we opened the other book. Bardo was intrigued with the picture of Christ and a child intently looking at a beautiful butterfly, a butterfly that's resting on Christ's finger.
"The butterfly is eating his finger." Bardo observed.
"No," I replied, stifling a giggle, "I think the butterfly is resting on Jesus finger...because he's so gentle."
"He's gentle with the boy, too." Bardo told me.
"He's also gentle with me." I said.
"He going to come and visit me. He's going to come and visit me in his car. He has a blue car."
"Oh, really. Well maybe He could bring Stacy for a visit, too."
"Yes. And Sarah too. I'll call Sister Giles. She can come over."
And then I laughed. I laughed because this boy had just filled me to the brim with uncontainable joy. How can a 2 1/2 year-old understand so well a mother's longing?
"You are laughing." He stared at me solemnly.
"Yes, because you make me so happy."