I don’t shy away from mentioning my religion here. I’ve even discussed LDS doctrine and how it intersects with mental health, but today I just wanted to capture a moment and share it with you.
![Each highlight ends up on my suit. The rest falls all over my car seats. Each highlight ends up on my suit. The rest falls all over my car seats.](http://www.cootey.com/pix/2018/sparkles.jpg)
“Dad, you’ve got silver things in your sweater,” my daughter whispers out loud. Perhaps it only sounds loud because we’re sitting in church waiting for the sacrament to come our way. I turn to my right to see my daughter picking at my new Irish Aran sweater. There’s a look of disgust on her face as she pulls out a silver strand.
“Yes, that’s because it’s made out of sheep hair,” I whisper back.
She recoils, then looks at me suspiciously. She always thinks I’m teasing her.
“It’s called wool, honey”. She relaxes with her mouth shaped in a silent “Oh.” I can see she’s still confused, though.
“But why does it have sparkles in it?”
“That’s because I have a daughter.” I smile at her as I watch her assume I’m teasing again. Then I motion with my eyes to her dress. She follows and shapes her mouth in another “Oh”. Her dress is a sea of sparkles. She leans in to hug me, splashing my sweater with more.
No pitch today. Just enjoy your Sunday.