korean lessons...

Kirby lived in South Korea for two years on his mission, and we still have the scriptures in Korean...
Emma has gotten to know a couple of boys from there in her grade at school, and she is fascinated with their language. So she has started having Kirby give her lessons, and she is learning it so fast! It's kind of weird, seeing my little 10-year old daughter learning things so completely foreign to me- especially so easily. Yikes. (But in a happy way :) So tonight when I came home from Cubs, bringing Jack and Mary from their fun and games up at the church, this is what we saw: my husband and my littlest girl stretched out on the living room floor with flashcards, papers, stickers, books, and smiles! Of course I had entertained a small hope that Emma might be in bed by the time we got back, but how could I complain about a dad who so selflessly gives his time and energy to his children, that he loses track of a little time... ? Exactly. This is after he finished coaching Jack's basketball team, after a long day of demanding work. And he gets up early and goes to bed late to mark endless English papers so he can accommodate the kids he cares so much about at his work all day. So here's a medal for a great dad, who gives his family everything he has to offer, and then some.

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