A Father's Blessing

We had the most beautiful experience at bedtime this evening. It makes me swell with pride to be married to such a wonderful man, who honors his priesthood and loves his children.

Gregory has complained of headaches and a soar throat for the past couple of days, so today I took him in to see the pediatrician, and they're pretty much certain he has strep throat. Gregory was really scared to go see the doctor, but warmed up to the idea when we pointed out that his Grandpa Olsen is a doctor. Still, it was a pretty intense experience for him.

Every evening, after showers and when the kids are set for bed, we kneel for family prayer in the girls' room. Tonight, after the prayer had been said, Fred offered Gregory to give him a blessing. Without hesitation, Gregory said he wanted one. He climbed into my lap and was perfectly reverent for the whole thing.

When it was done, he rolled onto the floor, ready for their bedtime story. But, Charla walked over to me, and gave Fred this sweet look. I asked if she wanted a blessing, too. She gave the brightest smile and settled herself in my lap. Fred gave her a sweet Father's blessing.

As soon as it was done, she joined Gregory on the floor. Leora, who had been nearby, pulled herself to up standing against me, and then plopped her little self into my lap, gazing up at Fred, grinning. Again, Fred laid his hands on her head and gave her a Father's Blessing.

There was such a sweet spirit in the room as I closed the door behind me while Fred read to them. I hope they'll always feel that they can ask their dad for a blessing, any time, for as long as they are ours.