David

You know those scenes in movies that you think always stay in the movies?

Like making all this glorious food and having it turn out so beautiful that everyone is so happy.
Or the perfect speech before a kiss in the rain.
Or working so hard, in secret, and then everyone finds out and cheers for you.

Well, today my brotha, David, is giving a talk in church. As I came around the corner, he was agitatedly pacing the floor, with a pencil pushed up into his fro (yes, his hair is big enough to sustain a pencil). He was holding his talk in one hand and nervously whispering the words as his other hand moved its way across his forehead, into his fro, down to his chin, repeat.

That picture was so perfect I thought it had to stay in the movies.

So I came up and did the big sister thing. I gave him a hug and told him that he was going to be great. He smiled at me, and said, "I know." That kid.

Then, he and my dad left the house for church. I started a chit-chat with mi madre, and David comes racing back in.

"What did you forget?" -Caroline
"We have to bring the bread today!" -David
"Oh..." -Caroline
As he's running back out the door
"Wait, David! Is that our good wheat bread?!" (we had just barely purchased this delicious bread yesterday)
"Yeah!"
"Don't take that!"
"We might not use it!"
"YOU might not use it! Take your gross white bread!" (you know, the flimsy stuff without substance)
"Don't be racist! It's Sunday!"

That made my day. And it made it okay that he was taking my bread. But, it's all easier if I think of it as sharing the love with my entire ward. Now they get to experience the delicious.

Happy Sabbath.