Sunday, August 2, 1998 Lark is 5 (nearly 6) years old. Trina is 8 years old.
Dear Lark,
Today you gave a talk in Primary. You and Trina wrote it and drew pictures for it while I was at work at the library. I wrote the last page for you so it would fit the theme "the scriptures help me to know the importance of keeping covenants." You memorized the talk and delivered it confidently. Your teacher, Br. Steele, told me that in class you are perfect--just the right mix of participating but also behaving.
...and to an older, more grown-up Lark I make a sincere apology that I let your entire 4th year and nearly your entire 5th year slip by without making any entries for you in this journal. I peeked ahead and found I made only two more entries in this journal. The rest is filled with scribbles and drawings you made at who-knows-what age. At some point you began filling every line on the page with scribbles and I know you were thinking that you were recording your thoughts and experiences. However, they are in the language of childhood and there is no rosetta stone to help us translate them. I love you.
On October 8, 2002 (four years later -- Lark being 10 years old now)
Dear Lark, You read through this journal this evening while I was at work. Now I've read through it (after tucking you in at 10:30 p.m.). We are both so glad we kept what moments of your young years that have been written here. Love, Mom
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