We saw Miley Cyrus at the Stadium of Fire this summer. She was saying some patriotic stuff, and some stuff about families, and some stuff about soldiers--typical talking points for a 16-year-old in Provo on the fourth of July. I'm sure she felt like she was getting a little war-y (you can't really talk about it without invoking just a little bit of its awfulness, especially as you look out at a football field of soldier's families) so she ended with, "God has a plan so I'm stoked" and started to sing.
I'm stoked about God's plan too. Seriously guys, I'm really stoked. Saturday morning our hamster died. I know I don't have a claim to your sympathy, but it was really sad for about 15 minutes when my son had tears in his eyes and explained that it was his fault for not giving Hampy water every day. Little did he know I had been willing the hamster's death for months! The funeral was a somber affair. But Sam eventually cheered up when he realized the death of Hampy brought the end of his Saturday chore of cleaning out his cage. Score! He's really stoked about God's plan now, too.
Now that Hampy is gone I remember him fondly. Like when Ben first brought him home proclaiming, "His name is Doon Dong, but you can call him Mark." Obviously he ended up with an even more creative name. (Hampy, that's right. For a hamster. Clever, eh?) I remember how smart he seemed when he immediately learned to escape from his cage. Soon this would grow tiring. I remember how fun it was to give him treats like celery in addition to his hamster pellets. Soon this would grow tiring. [As would feeding him.] I remember him cowering by the side of my bed after being missing for days. Who knew he could climb down stairs! Cowering in the sewing room after being missing for days. Who knew he could survive the fall from the counter onto a tile floor! Cowering in Maggie's bathroom after being missing for weeks. Who knew he could survive without food for weeks? His balding body, shifty eyes, broken back leg. What a charmer! He was definitely a special little guy. And by special I mean smelly.