F-H-E-double hockey sticks

I'd love to tell you that tonight wasn't our first Family Home Evening (FHE) in years.

I'd love to tell you that it lasted longer than 5 minutes.

I'd love to tell you that we were all wearing pants. (For the record, Teagan was the guilty party here. No funny business.) 


I'd love to tell you that Brandon knew the words to the hymn we sang and didn't hum obnoxiously the whole time.

I'd love to tell you that we didn't read the shortest scripture in the Book of Mormon as our scripture just because 4 words maxes out Teagan's attention span.

I'd love to tell you that Teagan didn't run screaming across the room in the middle of the "lesson".

I'd love to tell you that I kindly invited her back to participate with us and didn't stare aimlessly at the wall instead, silently counting to 10.


I'd love to tell you that I don't know that it's essential for families to set aside time each week to spend together and learn gospel principles in order to strengthen their relationships and draw closer to God.

I'd love to tell you that I'm really looking forward to trying it again next Monday.

But I can't lie. Especially not at FHE.