Planting seeds

When we first moved into our house this summer I gave Stephen a pack of pumpkin seeds to plant in the backyard.  It was meant to keep him busy for a while but it did more than that…by the end of the summer we ended up with a tangled mess of pumpkin vines, cantaloupe vines, and watermelon vines.  (The cantaloupe and watermelon seeds were given to Stephen by his Great-Grandpa Thatcher).  In spite of our lack of gardening expertise and much to our delight and excitement, we were able to harvest a few pumpkins and a few cantaloupes. 

 

Stephen and Boston’s faces crack me up in these pictures!

 

Those weren’t the only kind of seeds planted this summer.  We have finally managed to develop a habit of family scripture study.  We are certainly not perfect and have nights where we don’t get to it but we are progressing.  I have been happy to find Stephen like this on a few occasions:

I couldn’t get it in the picture but his little hand is propping it open…

Sure, I know he can’t read yet, but he is showing an interest in it.  I love this kid!  Here he is, planting his little seed of faith.