Routine can be a good thing.  Habit is powerful and can also be a good thing.  But both can also let us down.  If we fall out of either it can slip us into a place that we really don't want to be.  Here it is after 3:30 in the afternoon and I just remembered that I put off my entry from last night until this morning and then my routine was on my mind and not the make-up of that entry.  I repented quickly and I am trying to make up for that slip up.  Thank Heaven that it isn't exactly a sin, although I do feel badly when it happens. And it happens not rarely, but thankfully not often. And it really does make a difference because there is always a decline in memory as to what I write.  In this case, however, my memory is pretty vivid as to the goings on of last night.  It was our family home evening and it was filled with 'giving moments'.  Sheila worked so hard to plan and put together her part which was the feeding of the 5,000 (34 including 3 little fritters).  I actually help her out a little bit, but she did almost all and was rewarded with virtually no left overs.  Robert and Cicily presented a  lesson about the temple and we have the 3 model temples that were creative in the activity.  Zach brought tears to Robert's eyes with his comment about the spirit following their family from their former house to their new home.  A small bon fire brought sirens but now firemen as we roasted marshmallows for s'mores.  (I know that Johnny did cremate one of his efforts, but no one was counting.)  The evening was accompanied by the usual chaos and noise and our once full candy drawer in the pantry looked pretty meager to me this morning.  Our future calendar will actually become more hectic as we try to accommodate new family traditions, birthdays and other events.  But that appears to be what this family enjoys and is all about: being together here, and hereafter.