This morning, I walked upstairs to put a few things away in Savannah's room and I just sat in there for awhile. I love just parking myself in the kids' rooms every now and then when they're not home just to see what they look at and how it makes them feel.
Savannah's room has an amazing warmth in it...always. The other kids' rooms do, too, but it's different in Savannah's. I'm not sure why. Maybe because I know how her head works and how she thinks better than the other three. Maybe because she spends hours reading the scriptures in there and writing in her journal and creating goals, and I can feel that when I walk in. Maybe it's because her room faces in the direction so the sun pours in through her window every morning (whatever direction that is) so it's always warm and pink and glowy.