“This doctrine is not of me, but is that of the living God and of his divine Son.”
I woke up to the baby calling early in the morning, about half an hour before my alarm was to go off. The house was completely dark, and would have been quiet if not for my baby calling out. He’s not really a baby anymore, but he is the youngest so he gets to be the baby still even though he is really a toddler.
She was still asleep, and gave no sign of changing that. So I slid out of bed softly, trying not to disturb her, and stumbled through the house. I found our little early bird standing up in his crib, looking much more ready for the day than I felt. Sometimes it’s hard to tell whether I am the early bird getting the worm, or the early worm getting eaten alive.
“Hi, Dad!” he said.
“Good morning, Baby.” I gave him a new diaper, a drink of water, and a banana. By that time I had given up on going back to bed.
“Do you want to go running?”
“Yeah! A running!”
On a summer morning I might have put him in the jogging stroller and taken him along for my morning run, but I don’t like to do that when the temperature is below freezing outside. So instead we went downstairs to the treadmill, where he sat on a nearby couch watching a trail running video while I ran a few miles and listened to President Nelson’s third Conference talk.