My Baking buddy

I was making calzones for the missionaries the other day and Emery wanted to help me every step of the way. It doesn't matter what I'm doing at that counter, if I'm standing there, Emery will go grab a chair, push it over, and declare, "I want to help!" It's sweet, and sometimes a little exasperating, but in those tiring times I just try to remember how fleeting these precious moments are and summon some extra patience. It's worth it when I look over and watch her little hands pushing on her piece of dough as hard as she can, with flour smudges over her entire face and arms and flour spilled over her toes and the floor.

When we were done she decided she needed to sit on the counter too. You know...just in case there was more flour to get covered in.

My baking buddy. I couldn't ask for a better one!

These sweet moments really are priceless. They fill my soul in a way that so few things do. I'm really grateful to stay home with her and have this extra time to teach her new things and watch her learn.