Today we had a party with the grandchildren of Tim and Nancy Botts. Nine of the eleven children decorated gingerbread houses between bites of candy. The youngest two took naps and had no idea the fun that they were missing. For a few brief moments it got very quiet as everyone was working so dilegently. Ezra's enthusiasm was sweet and diplomatic. “Look at my pretty house! My house is pretty and your house is pretty and your house and more and more pretty houses!” I think this was a first time experience for all of the kids—maybe not decorating houses but having all of that candy within reach and being encouraged to “play” with it. It must have seemed like a child’s peek at heaven.
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