Do you see what I see?

Our Relief Society had a clothing swap.  Whatever wasn't picked up, was donated to Deseret Industries.  I took the opportunity to pick through and see what I could find.  I found some pieces that would work as they were.  I also found many articles of clothing that needed a makeover.  This is an item that has a different future than meets the eye:

David's Prescription

...laughter!  I know he is working really hard to be the best doctor he can be, but he is great at making us all at home feel better. 

We thought it would be cold since it is cold at most of the places he interviewed most of the year.  David didn't have a coat to keep him warm in some of the temperatures we were reading.  The Wilsons kindly let him hibernate in their's for a while.  Luckily he didn't have to pay for an extra bag to carry it.  The days he travelled were in the 50-60s.  He had jackets to keep him warm for those digits

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David has always enjoyed making others laugh.  I have to say, I think most of the recipients enjoy it too.  He doesn't have to try very hard.  He is a natural.  There are moments that replay in my head that I will just bust out laughing.  They truly help me get through some moments.  Recent activities have played through my head.  I wish I had caught him on camera for these two incidents.  One of which, I wasn't there.  If you have ever heard David retell an incident, he is pretty detailed oriented and good at that as well.  He does have a picture of his entertaining trip to Chicago for an interview.  It is on his phone.  I will post...maybe.  If he were typing this, it would be very clear and a picture would not be necessary.  I hope I can do these moments justice.

Through Cohen's Eyes

I had a special afternoon with Cohen in his classroom.  The kids and their teacher, Mrs. Marcus, celebrated mothers with Mother's Day Tea.  They had tablecloths spread across the tables, sweet creations at their seats and plates for treats.  They sang a sweet song for us and then shared their creations.  He made a clay face of himself.  I loved his details.  He pointed to the cheeks and said, "Look, I made dimples."  He hasn't always been so proud to share a smile to show them off.  I think he has started to realize they are a part of who he is and is willing to share a grin with accents.  I also loved the book he wrote (fill in the blank).  Through his eyes, here is his story, "My Mother":