My Kids

I was talking to this kid in my ward last night at ward prayer, he hadn't been in church earlier and said he had been back in his home ward. His family is from American Fork, which is like a jump, skip and a hop from here. His six-year-old brother had a primary program that day. I told him that I had a six-year-old brother too, and then, without thinking I said, "Yeah, it's rough." He asked, "It's rough?" And then I had to explain that everytime I leave home and come back everyone's grown another foot or two. And how I miss stuff like that all the time. So today, I miss "my kids" particularly much.