It was this day, nine years ago, that we had Jordan sealed to us in the Provo temple.

I was waxing sentimental today, so I took Jordan out for a drive. I was holding his hand and telling him all about the day we got sealed. It was December 27, 2005, Jordan was 9 months old. Josh and I were still at BYU, and had three year old Joshie, and Jadon who was one.

I told Jordan how that was one of the happiest days of my life. That I knew before I ever saw a picture of him that he was my son, that he helped me to finally feel forgiven for things I had done, and that I could never hope for a better son.

Jordan, was starring at me so sweetly, and listening to me so patiently. I could tell he wanted to say something, so I stopped talking, and I took a deep breath because I could feel myself starting to lose my composure. I braced myself for what my son was going to say to me.

"Can we go to Costco so I can get a hot dog?"

I sat there for a second thinking, "Oh. No. He. Did. Not."

So, knowing I would have to lead him a bit to get the response I wanted, I said "Jordy, what do you think about what I said to you?"

He said, "What did you say?"

I knew in order to get the kind of statement from him I wanted, I would basically have to move his lips for him, and make the sounds.

I just ended this humiliation by saying, "Are you glad things worked out the way they did?"

He started crying and saying he was hungry. So, I ended the whole charade and took him to Costco for a hotdog. He thanked me and said, "If you weren't my mom I wouldn't be here right now with this hotdog."

I laughed at what he said, but next year for the tenth anniversary I will be far less forgiving.

Happy Anniversary, kitten.