When I was a teenager, I begged my mom to let me run to the grocery store for her. Now, if I hear that my neighbor is goin’ into town, I ask ’em to grab me a gallon of milk so that I can stay home. At the end of 6th grade I couldn’t wait to start shaving my legs. These days, I’m trying to find a way to never have to shave again. Even if pain is involved. I’m certain that I hated taking naps as a toddler. But as a mother of busy boys, having a rest in the afternoon is like a little slice of heaven. As I type these words and wonder when my sons will stop playing in the mud and messing up my laundry room, I will one day wish that they’d come back home for a visit and mess up my laundry room. I know I will. I can feel it. Help me, Heavenly Father, not to wish away my days.