Grace has a thing for scriptures. Sort of. Scripture study is pretty much her least favorite thing ever. But the scriptures themselves, as books--those are different. She packs them around with her, opens them up, claims them as her own. Today she found mine next to the bed. She unsnapped them and let them fall open (undoubtedly to the maps appendix). Then she stated (as if to read), "And it came to pass... that the Lamanites."
It wasn't a complete sentence. But still, it was one of those moments. The kind where you think to yourself that maybe you are more than the sandwich maker and bum cleaner. Not that those roles aren't completely fulfilling or anything.
Maybe things are really sinking in. I'm elated. And terrified.