People Are More Important Than Things (Pillows)

Laura told us Sunday about how she used an experience from her childhood to teach her Primary about how fathers preside over their families.

In 1987 when we lived in a rented apartment in Seoul, Laura and Mary shared a room and a full-sized bed that was provided by the owner of the apartment. They occasionally jumped on the bed even though they knew they weren't supposed to. One evening a friend who was older than them was visiting and she joined them jumping on the bed and it broke! They were scared, but knew they had to confess and so they told Rich that the bed was broken. He reminded them that they weren't supposed to be jumping on the bed, especially since we didn't even own it, but he concluded by showing forth an increase of love and telling them that "people are more important than things."

This theme carried through during the kids' driving years; whenever they scratched or dented a car, he would always ask if they were okay and remind them that "people are more important than things."

Last night after dinner, Michael, Rich and I were relaxing and visiting on the new Ikea corner sofa and Michael was a little frustrated by all the pillows on the sofa and said, "Why do we have to have so many pillows on this couch?" Rich replied, "Because Mom likes them and we like her."

My heart was touched by Rich's comment. I know he doesn't like all the pillows on our bed either. But he never complains because he knows they make me happy.

Thanks to My Dear Husband for teaching our children and reminding me that "People are more important than things."

How blessed I am to be married eternally to such a wonderful man who presides in love over our home.