Someone recently told me the idea that we can choose to live good life stories or not.
Alyssa lives good stories.
Everywhere she goes, she loves people. After just two days in Colorado, I had a bunch of new favorite Alyssa stories. Here’s one of them…
On Thursday morning, we tried to sneak Alyssa out of the house to her graduation breakfast and rehearsal without her finding out that Gramma, Grampa, and Dad arrived late last night and were still sleeping. It was hilarious to watch her deduction skills at work. She has grown and matured so much and the wheels were definitely turning in her mind… but not quite enough to put everything together.
A: “Who’s suitcase is this?”
B: “I don’t know. We’ll find out later.”
A: “Hm. It says Wob [Rob]. I think it belongs to Daddy.”
*Long pause while she looks at the suitcase.*
A: “I guess he must have left it here! He needs to come back and get it.”
And with that problem solved, she happily moved on to other things!