To remember.

We got a new bishop yesterday--and Paul started his second term of counselorship. As the stake president announced the change, Caleb burst into tears: he had been counting on getting to sit with his daddy again. I spent the rest of the meeting with a teary, running-nosed boy on my lap with the baby on the next seat over (between me and my mom) alternately trying to bite Caleb and pull his magical white hair. After the meeting, Caleb made his sorrow widely known by refusing to look anyone in the eye and sticking out his lower lip. The former bishop's wife, Caleb's primary teacher (also the current bishop's wife), and a primary leader all commented on how pitiful Caleb was.

So today we formulated a plan. While a life size cutout would be ideal, Caleb has settled for choosing a picture of Daddy, which he will bring with him to church to sit on the chair next to him each week. I'm not sure Paul is pleased with this idea, but both Caleb and I are impressed by our wit.

Then, our kind former bishop showed up at our house this afternoon with his wife and recently returned missionary boys, bearing a paper bag full of candy (he'd written "Caleb's Candy" on it) and a stack of church-themed board books and coloring books (and some crayons). He told Caleb he'd heard how sad he was that his dad was still in the bishopric and he thought he'd bring him some stuff to help him feel better. So nice.