To dream the impossible dream
I am an optimist. I remain firm in the hope that many more women will join the amazing sisterhood of Mormom mommies, and raise righteous children, and enjoy non-coffee-related drinks at Starbucks. But, my ultimate dream of dreams,well, not really, but for the purposes of this post,anyway, is to have Miss Angelina Jolie join our ranks. Can you just see it? "Tonight's fireside will be Bro. and Sis. Pitt doing a presentation on their latest trip to Cambodia. Their older children will also be doing a musical number. It is recommended that you arrive early to get a seat." I, of course, would be providing the nursery for such a fireside. Angelina will have dropped off her children early as she prepared her slides. (I don't know why, but the thought of Angelina Jolie, in a garment friendly dress, doing a slide show in a Mormon cultural hall just cracks me up. Yes, I know...I'm easily entertained.) Anyway, here are some pictures of the children I may be watching. And by "watching" I mean "plugging in front of a video" as mayhem ensues and I curse myself for volunteering for the nursery when I could be staring at Brad Pitt. Of course, like any "good" Mormon, the couple would have a whole minivan full of "Jolie-Pitts", or "Pittlies," as they prefer to be called. This one's just learning to walk. Isn't she precious? You have to be careful of the lasers she shoots out of her eyes, though. This one would rather be anywhere but here. Isn't that always the way? And here's Daddy's little boy. And, of course, the angel baby. Never cries at all. Years later, after many babysitting episodes and our families growing quite close through various games of "Scrabble" (NEVER underestimate the power of "Scrabble") Angie will send me a picture of herself and her son at his first movie premiere (post-mission, of couse). Sigh...they grow up so fast.