Melinda Morley

(Sigh.)

Of course I should be doing my algebra. I have managed to ignore it EVERY day this week. On Monday we had family night with a family in our ward–and toured their fabulous new home. Tuesday was the HUGE Chinese New Year Cub Scout Banquet that Ken and I were in charge of–I am so glad that is over with. Wednesday I watched American Idol, but at least I held my algebra book on my lap, even though it was open to the wrong page. Thursday, DITTO. Friday I had a hot date with my husband at Home Depot. (Not boring when you are contemplating building a home.) And after that I watched a romantic movie, Love Comes Softly, and did two algebra problems. (They had yes and no answers.)

Tonight I am FINALLY working on my algebra. I am about 1/3 finished. But I feel like writing. I feel like thinking. Random thoughts. Are there any other kind?

For example, Johnny (5) was snuggling on my lap last night. He looked deep into my eyes and looked a little repulsed. He said, “Mom, I can see confetti in your eye.” (He is really going to impress the girls someday with his romantic skills.)

I guess I need more sleep. My eyes are a little bloodshot.

Today Sassy and her friend threw a surprise birthday party for a mutual friend. An old family friend let us use his restored antique barn. It was way cool. I think I dazzled all those 11-12 year old girls with my Boot Scootin’ Boogie and Karaoke skills. (hahaha)

One of the girls who came has a three-year-old sister who was just diagnosed with cancer. Her dad is Sam’s soccer coach and they are a very nice family. I have spent many soccer hours on the sidelines chatting with her mom and little sister. It is heartbreaking to see this happen to them. The prognosis isn’t good. The doctors can’t say whether she will survive. It was good to see the older sister laughing, distracted for a little while.

I wonder, why them? Why that darling little girl? Why the pain? Where are the miracles? Why do I carry on about insignificant topics like algebra when there is such grief in the world? Perhaps to bring a little distraction and maybe a smile to someone else.

Please, if you could remember Eliza in your prayers, we would all be grateful.

I still believe in miracles.