green goopy winter

I have a green goopy cold that started Christmas as a sore throat and turned runny, then green and I'm blowing my nose on anything I can get my hands on, napkins, paper towels, toilet paper and I petitioned my husband to please, please pick me up some nice soft tissue on his way home from work. Then my poor little baby has it and just this morning my son has it.

I dragged myself out of my pajamas to take me daughter to her friends and slink into the store unnoticed to buy some strong sinus, cold medicine. As I drove I tried to remember when I last saw a sunny day, other then the sunshine I see in my children's faces when they are happy. Then I thought what a blessing is my husband (unbreakable type) and even my oldest daughter (who I only nursed 2 months) doesn't seem to get sick easily.

My baby is showing signs of being nurturning, she is starting to carry baby dolls around and is competely facinated with her baby cousins (trying to give them her bottles and food), she likes to be held along with the babies and poke their cheeks and tummys. When her older brother feel asleep on the couch, she got this sweet look on her face and helped me pull the blankets up around him and gently touched his hair.

Of course being cooped up at Christmas time isn't easy. Twice my kids have convinced themselves that we were going swimming of all things, even got all dressed up in their swim suits. Only my children could look outside at the piling snow and the below freezing temperatures and think this is just the weather to go swimming in, they are little fishes. Luckily family have been in town and we've had some game nights where the kids can see their cousins and aunts and uncles, grandma and grandpa and old grandpa (what they call their great-grandpa).

Christmas was nice we only saw my parents and siblings for 2 hours. Most the the day was just our own little family playing together, me taking a nap and just relaxing and driving around to look at all the lights. Tonight family is getting together again, but I think we'll just stay home, borrow "Amazing Grace" from my parent's DVD library and get better. When it is cold outside it is nice to just cuddle up in a warm blanket with my husband and watch a movie, put on a flannel shirt, eat a warm dinner, play a game with the kids and stay home finding sunshine in being happy in our house.

Ahhhhhhhh !!!!

Right now I sort of hate love my husband. I love him so much, but that love is frustrating sometimes when I think I will make a large (king size) denim quilt for him and it is so huge and I’m not a seamstress and the machine isn’t working and I’m just going crazy and at that moment I hate whatever made me start this project in the first place.

When it comes to mechanics I am a mess, I still can’t figure out how to turn my son’s transformer toy into a robot. It took be a half hour to figure out how to make it into a police car.
The sewing machine I inherited from my seamstress grandma. It is suppose to be fancy and wonderful but I have a hard time getting it to do a simple stitch without bunching up on the back. The pedal is so temperamental and not working all the time. However, I just finished the last stitches to the top of the quilt and I am elated and no one better point out all those mistakes and where the corners don’t match or that I have a dark square next to another dark square.
This whole project has me missing my Grandma D. My sister and cousin have really taken off with sewing and doing wonderful.

I hope she would be proud of me for making the attempts I have, even though I am so intimidated by the sewing at times. I have been trying to do a homemade Christmas as much as I can this year. It has been fulfilling and frustrating at times. I have been making lots of crocheted hot pads and hoping to make some hats to give friends and family. I’m making even tying the quilt fun, right now I’m watching Lord of the Rings while I tie and I’m hoping some family will come over tomorrow to help so we can visit while we tie.

Little miracles

Monday our faucet in the kitchen just wouldn't turn on. It had been leaking and having problems for a while so my husband had called Moen (which has great customer service by the way) and ordered new parts. It was suppose to be another week before the parts came in and we were just worried what to do. After a whole day without water in the kitchen it was already too much for me. Then my husband got the mail, and what do you think, but the parts had come a whole week early, my husband put everything together that night and it is amazing how smoothly the faucet turns on and off, I could just spend all day turning it on and off (which somedays it seems like I do). That is just one example of a little miracle in our life.

Snow, snow, snow

It is a winter wonderland here. Everything is completely piled with snow, snow and more snow. Yesterday, while my husband shoveled I got the kids geared up and my son and I made a snowman, our little baby toddled around in her boots (just a little bit too big) and we had a blast, there is so much energy with the first big snow fall. I woke up just excited for Christmas and doing stuff for family.

My mind raced about with all that needed to be done in preparation, hot pads to make, packages sent, my husband's quilt to finish. Anyways, after putting together fake English crackers for Mary's class party I realized it was after 12:30 and remembered it was my good friend's baby shower. I had missed it by almost an hour, I felt so horrible, I had been looking forward to it all week and kept the invitation right by the door so I would see it and remember. I ran over as soon as I could and we had a nice visit and she was very forgiving, but there is no denying the fact I have been losing brain cells and it may be getting worse. She had a beautiful miracle baby boy after having three gorgeous girls and each pregnancy she has so many complications, she was on bedrest with this little boy six months and we all were praying for her.

Then off on errands as a family, no way I was going to drive, the snow was coming down harder and harder. We made it to Target and thought we would run in for a few things. Target is a great one place shopping most of the time, but not yesterday. They didn't even carry mince meat and only had one kind of tread, but we got my daughter some much needed boots. By the time we got out of the store it was a blizzard even my husband could hardly see. We decided to cancel our other plans of driving up the canyon and set off for home.

The kids were so, so excited with the snow we thought we'd venture locally and went sledding at the highschool, even the baby made a run down the hills with Daddy. There is something about the cold and snow you just want to curl up at home with the fire, a movie, hot coco and sweet things, so of course we went to Day's (our local market), and spent too much money on steaks, donuts and cookies, just letting our instincts take over.

We dropped by our friends who we had lent our car (since they their two cars break down at once) just to see how they were doing of course it ended up being over an hour visit. That is what happens when you have two couples that both like to talk and children who go wild having fun together, but so enjoyable. We borrowed a bunch of their movies (saved us a trip to the video store) and went home for the most delicious grilled steak. My Hubby experimented with honey, salt and sugar on the meat Oh, oh so, so good. Then we watched a Christmas movie with the kids, us all curled up in blankets eatting sweets.

Off to bed, my Hubby thought it would be fun to see just what Santa felt like and stuffed a big round pillow in his sweats and zipped up his jacket. Ho, ho, to the kids and read them Good King Wenchelas and waddled around turning to get through doorways and such. We didn't get half of the things on our to do list done, but we sure had fun. Sadly though our baby doll threw up everything in four episodes afterwards, not the perfect way to end the evening but she was so sweet even when she was sick and would cuddle with us. Memories to keep.

Children are fun

It is so hard as a parent to keep a straight face when you need to be serious with your children, but the situation is so funny. Yesterday Jacob came up to me while I was on the computer and siad, "Mommy, can you help me?" I look over and he was completely tangled in yarn, it wasn't tight or anything and I just wanted to laugh. He had taken a batch of yarn and strewn it all over the family room and and tangled himself in it. After surpressing a laugh I explained it was esspecially important he not put things like string and such around himself esspecially his neck. I am quite expert at untangling yarn but when it got to be around his neck I didn't dare chance making it tight and ended up cutting the yarn, since he had like 20 layers around his neck on top of all the layers surrounding his body.

My baby is toddling all over the place, shuffling her little feet, it is nice because 2 of the 4 teeth coming in have broken through and she is a happier baby. Her favorite thing is to pull all of the books off the shelf and follow me or her dad around. She cuddles with us and it is so cute. My baby doll loves to be held and loved and is so sweet and gives loves right back putting her little head on our shoulders. She has learned how to scream in protest when her siblings take things from her or she is uncomfortable. That has been an adjustment, because she had such a soft cry as a baby I had to put a moniter in her room so I could feel like I could check if she was crying.

My oldest daughter said a very funny and cute thing too. We were at the dinner table and wanted to know if she was going to have a babysitter. The last two nights because of my birthday and a work party we had gone out, and had they had babysitters (neighbors with kids or grandparents). My sweet girl was trying to convince us we needed to go out and that when she sees it is 8:00 she always tells the babysitter she needs to go to bed. My hubby and I both laughted at that. My sweet girl is the very hardest to go to bed every night and is a bit of a night owl. She also told us mom needed her "love time" so we needed go out. I couldn't help it I just laughed and laughed. Isn't that cute, she made it up all on her own. I will sometimes just give her one on one and even rock her and give her time to know I love her and I guess she on her own figured that was my time when I got to go on dates with Daddy.

Starting over

I was so excited, thought I had found a great storyline for my novel. It still might work, but I just saw the latest Die Hard movie and was disappointed to find that they had used a great portion of my idea for my novel (which was very exciting). I don't want to look like a copy cat so I am going to have to rethink the direction I was going with my novel. Of course the main characters in my novel are a school teacher and a mother of 6, very different then the Bruce Willis hardcore police man type and I hadn't thought of the sudden take down everything approach the bad guys in Die Hard use.

I had a wonderful birthday. I always look at birthdays as a mile stone, a time to grow up just a little bit more make some changes, reevaluate my life, that sort of thing. I have no regrets in my choice of husband, my children, our home I definitely could use my time more wisely, but funny as it sounds, I think I am becoming more efficent time wise so I can get more done and still enjoy a book, a show, even a computer game once in a while. Even better if I could cut back more and focus on more serious things like writing more, being a better scriptorian, more updated, more well read, contribute more.

I'm all about balance and trying to find that perfect balance in life, it has to be contantly changing to be a good balance for where you are that day and what your circumstances are, I think contentment comes with finding the right balances in life, for your own personal life.

My weird imagination

One thing I've always known I've had is an imagination. My dad said something wise about that "sometimes your greatest strengths can be your greatest weaknesses." I've thought about that often. Sometimes my imagination doesn't allow me to fully live in this world. I have to be careful because when I read a book I literally become the character in the book I really live a life through the character (I have to be extra careful what I read and watch).

Sometimes my imagination would prove I have a hard time growing up. When I was ten I prayed for a year for a pet dragon, God did answer my prayer, but not quite in the way I wanted. I was given the impression that after this life I can create all sorts of things (my imagination will come in really helpful then), and that I shouldn't go about asking for selfish things to test the Lord's promise to answer our prayers. When I was 15, in highschool, I found Neverending Story the book at the library. I secreted it away to my room, made sure no one was around and I wouldn't have any interuptions and opened the book, truly believing for a moment that I would have the same experience Sabastion had literally, physically going into and affecting the story.

I have found imagination can come in handy in parenting, cooking and cleaning. It is amazing some of the fun recipes I've been able to come up with just using what I had on hand. Like my special curry dish. I cube apples, potatoes, turkey or chicken, a bunch of raisins or craisins and dose them with olive oil and curry powder and cook in the oven 350 degrees till done, who would of thought it would taste so good. In parenting it is good to be creative in encouraging your kids in getting things done, teaching them to play, and how to discipline them without hurting your relationship with them. I've found the more I use my imagination with my parenting the better my children respond. Of course cleaning. If I can be creative and redecorate a room, rearrange things and maybe make the cleaning of a room into a piece of art I always am much happier and find greater fulfillment.

I worry and I worry. It seems like my husband can not travel beyond five miles without me without my worry imagination kicking in. I atomatically worry about mugging, crazy drivers, most of all of him being killed and how devistated I would be and how I would want to be there for my children but I would be a basketcase. What if he went into a coma or was injured and how would I respond and the entire senerio goes through my head. When I was sixteen my Dad accidentally took me to a foriegn film that had a horror ending, I couldn't sleep till I collasped for two or three months. You can tell what sort of movies I do not chose to watch.

Imagination does come in great for writing. Of course I have spent a great deal of my adult life overcoming my challenge of not finishing things. I really have to force myself to on long things. I've started about 20 novels and many short stories. I do o.k. on poems and short exerpts, but it is my goal this year to finish to go forward with my imagination and do the longer more challenging writing. Well, that is my exerpt on my weird imagination.

Saturday cleaning

My son and I went through an entire Mr. Clean sponge today working on getting the crayon, pen and marker off the walls, we only got halfway done when the sponge had completely dissinigrated. The walls did look a little cleaner, my son got a lesson in work, and hopefully this will be less necessary in the future.

Many times you would look at my husband and I as parents and say, wow they must be brand new parents, because we keep making the same mistakes over and over again. We forget, we shouldn't let the kids play till their work is done, we should always make sure the Friday night movie is done by bedtime (because they will still want the whole bedtime routine), and we are not mean parents if we have expectations, and do not have markers in the house even the washable ones. Everytime I am frustrated with my spoiled children, like today when the simplist of tasks made them cry, I can only blame myself. Yet, we are learning and it is getting longer between mistakes, so at least we are on the upside.

Parenting is such a learning process and growing process for me. It gives me insights into my own weaknesses, tantrums, manipulations that I wasn't even aware before till I see them in my kids. I always feel sorry for my oldest sweetheart, the one who is the experiment child the one who has to take the brunt of our mistakes and learning.

Tonight we watched Deck the Halls movie it was really cute and was about the most important thing, time with our families. That is what our kids like most for holidays is quality and quantity time with us unfettered by the daily responcibilties. It was esspecially cute tonight as my little baby doll found some kleenex. She came up to me and kept rubbing it on my face and I just burst out laughing when I realized that she was trying to wipe my nose. She has had a runny nose and so that has been a constant thing we have been doing for her.

Have a wonderful Saturday too.

Mother's night out

What a wonderful evening. I had a great time with several friends that came over for a mother's night out. We talked about being mothers and how we made the choice to be mothers and what a wonderful thing it is and how appreciative we are for that choice. Sometimes it is nice to get together with other moms, I told my husband this was my work party. We visited, had dinner, cookies for almost three hours. My husband was really good about taking all the kids to the basement and to bed, there were a few interuptions but was nice to have some girl time, it makes me smile and I want to come back to my family afterwards.

Girls need other girls I think. One of the woman made a interesting comment. What we often need as women is a wife. Yes, that sounds weird but what was meant is that sometimes we need to have someone to support us, help us out around the house and with the children and notice what we do and give us appreciation. Our husbands are wonderful but sometimes they can't fully understand what we need, that is why it is nice to get together with other women and have these conversations and appreciate one another.

We also talked about what I call our "psycho moments" those moments where we have emotional breakdowns and are not always rational or thinking straight but what we need most of all is a comforting arm around us, unconditional love, told how much we are appreciated, and feel supported.

We are financially tight right now, just trying to get on top of things, yet at this point in our lives we feel like it is the right thing for me to be home with our children. It is a choice I have made and I have the complete support of my husband. I hope one day my children will appreciate that choice and they are learning from my time spent with them. I am so grateful for my husband, my children, my friends, for being a homemaker and having that choice avalible to me.

It has helped me a lot to know God's will for me, and to have my baby turn a year old. It is amazing how much that helps, to start to feel reconnected again with others. To get involved again, still limited because my family comes first, but I'm writing again, I started this blog, I go to a writer's group, I am involved at church and occasionally helping others besides my own family and it is a good feeling.

Baby's self-destructive day

Oh, poor baby, I'm going to have to watch you so close
You just can't leave the glass alone when you break your sister's jar, a bandaid for you
You just grab so fast the just opened can and cut your thumb, another bandaid for you
We have enchiladas, fruit, and spinach for dinner, you get hives

Your teeth are coming and you are moaning all day
You are just starting to walk and you keep tipping over and hitting your head
Your so tired and crash into everything
Yet you don't even cry loud, just little moans, the loud crys for bedtime

What a sad, sad day yet here at the end of it your smiling
You cuddle and play with your siblings
You are facinated with everything and everyone
You just stared at storytime at the libary so much excitement

Tornado day

Buzz through the house swiping up, picking up
Make some calls, dress myself and the children
Feed the calling hungry birds, sending the oldest to school

Rush jobs here and there
Hurry in the car, oh yea, dance class
Opps, the car pool doesn't work out

Fit in grocery shopping and library during dance
Pick up, off to preschool, rush back just in time
Writing group at my house, what have I written to share?

Oh, no, the jam jar fell, smashed all over the driveway!
Friends already here, quick, put the refrigorated stuff away
Smile calmly, greet my friends

How peaceful the baby sleeps, while we visited
Now to the computer, then look out for the bus,
Type up invitations for a mother's night out

Help with piano, help with homework, help get snacks
Drive around to deliver invitations with the kids
Home to make the dough for pizza

Husband home, hurray, hurray!!
We all cook, set the table, and eat together
I forgot the get-together at Grandpa's?

Finish Home evening, jump in the car in time to say "hi"
Grandparents, extended family, let them see the baby walk
Home for baths, books and bed

All in a tornado day

Sundays

It was a little sad to see our company leave today, but nice to have a quiet Sunday afternoon, just slow and time to write. I think I am going to write a letter today, being inspired by Lynne. I came home from church to my sweet husband asleep with our sick baby curled up asleep in his arms, I had to take a picture, it was the cutest thing. I may be funny but I find my husband so attractive when he is helping with the kids and so sweet with them, when he is making breakfast, the more he is around, it has been a wonderful holiday I am already regretting tomorrow and how life goes on but I will treasure all these memories, frozen moments of time where we just enjoy being together.
Sundays are often crazy, rushed filled mornings getting myself and the family dressed, fed and supplies put together for church. It seems like I wrestle with children all through church my children and my primary class. Yet, I think I am perfectly suited for wild, distracted children, I really understand them, I get restless and want to move just as much as they do, I love their creativity and desires for attention and they are so sweet and I always hope they get twice as much as they seem to get out of the meetings, they have wonderful spirits and it is so nice to see how attached they are to their families and how much they learn of love at home. Today the music leader had all the children sit on the floor and talked in a soft voice to them and gave chances for all the children to participate. It was amazing how my own children responded, they were quiet, they sat, they raised their hands it was so refreshing and I thought, Oh, there is hope. As a mom you want other adults to know what sweet children you have even if they don't always allow teacher to see it, and it is nice when your children let that part of themselves be seen.

Thanksgiving

A day of pie, and family. Homemade pizza pie instead of turkey, my husband did most of the work, a small family dinner just four adults and three children, how nice and quiet, games, building, reading, watching stories being built. Of course pumpkin pie, pecan pie, and apple pie, you always need to have those. We've been watching The Storyteller a Jim Henerson DVD all sorts of folk stories we really enjoyed from the Library. One of my favorite lines "...whispers turned into a kisses" referring to a love story. How I love having my children home, my husband home, family and neighbors around us. We haven't had the money to travel or go do all the things I would like to do with the kids, but we can sit under the stars, play baseball in the back yard, go to the local museum, play games of legos and crystal climbers and appreciate all the beauties of nature around us.

Thanksgiving on its way

I take my son to storytime at the library, then feeling up to it I invite our neighbor girl at the last moment. My wild son becomes calm and even stands in line holding her hand, sits still all through storytime I am amazed it is wonderous what a calming friend can do for my son. Once my son is on the bus, I finish his leftover lunch and fell light as a feather, shopping doesn't have to be a big long ordeal, I go while the older two are at school, my one year old is so good and loves this quiet time with mommy. It is amazing only a half hour at Costco and a half hour at Target for shopping, who ever heard of such a thing, and I even stayed in budget, no little bribing toys or snacks I wasn't planning on it was so great. My baby even fell asleep on the way home, what an adventure. Our plans for Thanksgiving have changed three or four times, but one thing is staying the same this year, a quiet small Thanksgiving. To be completely honest Thanksgiving isThanksgiving because it is time with our family. I love seeing extended family, but esspecially now with three children just if it was us with no one else I would be so happy just to play games, watch a movie, eat good food and be together, that is all I want.
Happy Thanksgiving

As I pick my son up from the bus, a crowd of kids gather round like seeing a rock star step out of his tour bus. Not many of the kids around here get a bus from school and it is an adventure to have this preschooler having the coveted ride. As I set the sleepy boy down on the ground to go play with his sister I get a head butt (unintentional) to the nose. I look up to see the moon in the clear blue sky calling me. Then I'm brought down to earth with afterschool snacks and to be an audience for the recital the children want to play for me. The moon can wait another day, but I think for my artist date this week maybe I'll just sit outside and gaze at the moon, and stars in the volumist space above.

When I was 7 8 and 9

Years Seven and Eight and Nine
Miss. Nielson, later Mrs. Varterless engaged to be married a little distracted
A new and young teacher, questioning things after teaching us
First and only time I ever cheated, feeling so bad
New school, Edgemont, new friends to make, feeling shy
Living in a rental house for two years right next to Grandparents D
Every Saturday the cleanup monster coming to our playroom
Building forts and castles in our large basement getaway, imagining
Picking cherries in the back yard and climbing the tree
My dad going every Friday to Price to be their one Dermatologist there
Our family vacation going on a train to Price, staying in a hotel, meeting Dad
Coming home late, working so hard but still helping with homework and bedtime stories
Dad involved in young men’s, taking me to the Spanish lessons for their Mexico trip
First time coming home to a empty house, worried, praying so hard
Learning my brother J was in a horrible bike accident, chased by a dog
His tongue hanging by it’s skin, my dad having to get another doctor to sew it
Afterwards milkshakes, yogurt and lots of attention for him
Starting piano lessons, my mom working so hard with me
Helping to set the table, learning to wipe off counters and tables
Enjoying family time cleaning up and helping mom with laundry
Helping my dad at his office off of Canyon Road, getting paid
Learning of my parents anniversary and what it was
Waking up at 4:00 in the morning to cut up carrots and do laundry
I put the carrots in the oven (sprinkled with brown sugar) to look like a 10
My siblings woke up too and helped, my parent’s smiles will always be remembered
Third grade teacher, Mrs. Fisher, being so nervous
Having an imaginary giraffe pet friend
Making good friends, P and K and Z
Wearing Princess Lea and Laura Engels hair styles
Being baptized, feeling so happy and pure
At first sad I wasn’t baptized on my birthday, parent’s gone
Special baptism dress, getting mad at brother at the breakfast after
Feeling so bad, but learning about repentance and feeling clean again
Getting my glasses and seeing things so clear, so amazed
Lots of nightmares of monsters, fires separating me from my family
Liking to sleep on the floor, sharing a room with my sister’s M and R
Feeling most comfortable with my family happy to play with just my siblings

My baby sister
Now on a mission, speaking Portugese
Loving the people, the sweet children
Eating new foods, cutting her hair
I remember her as a baby, patting my back
Her second mother, people would call me
I’d play with her in her crib, making her laugh
Wearing the hippo bathing suit as a toddler
Strutting, the queen of the family, the owner of us all
Falling off the banister, scaring our hearts
Always creative, curious, an artist
In every piece of writing, every drawing, every conversation
A uniqueness all her own, her style found
So passionate, a lioness for the underdog
So animated, so full of life and righteous indignation
So much heart, so much humility even in her passion
Too hard on herself, guilt ridden, afraid of her own mind
A blind miracle worker, doing more good then she can see
A memorable person, touching people’s minds in a special way
Honest, choosing the right, an example for us all
Righteousness is her strength
Tall, beautiful, elegant and graceful in her own way
Always so interesting, always informing herself
A good friend to so many, a good friend type
So loved, so special, my sister

The amazing adventures of Astromom

Astromom
As I pick up the clothes off the floor and heave another heavy load of laundry down the stairs. I start feeling sorry for myself. All I am is the housekeeper, the cook, mainly everyone’s servant. Jacob comes over to me with his cute kissable cheeks, I can’t help but give them a peck and decipher his words as he tells me how he wants to help put the soap in the washer machine, he is fascinated by anything mechanical and likes anything to do with Mommy. He ends his explanation by telling me how he likes my hair and gives me his adoring smile.
No, I am a mom and a homemaker and I wouldn’t want to leave any of it for the most career successful job in the world, even to be an astronaut (one of my favorite dreams). Of course, if the opportunity happen to show itself, we would be the first family to live on the moon, I already warned my husband of this. I have a whole space station planned out with plenty for a family to do, functioning as a unit, working together to live in space.
As I cuddle and rock little Emily while she has a bottle and starts to close her eyes, I think more on this idea. Yes, my space station would have to have plants, lots of plants so it would have a self-sustaining oxygen supply. Gordon would do the math and spelling, grammar with the kids, I’d do the reading, science and exploring with the kids. We would work as a family preparing space meals, adding a few fresh ingredients from the plants. We would have to exercise and be extra healthy since white blood cells seem to go away when you are in space so it’s like having AIDS for a time period. No, we wouldn’t want to live up there too long, it just wouldn’t be safe or the best idea, but sure would make a great long vacation and bring our family even closer. O.k. let’s do it. Wait... I don’t think that is an option yet. Maybe it will be when the kids are teenagers.
I finally get Emily to sleep and carefully, so carefully lay her in her crib and tip-toe out of the room. I quickly warn Jacob not to go upstairs and encourage him to be quiet as he can. Of course, Mary coming home yells, bangs the door and runs about the house waking Emily up and brings her to me saying "I found her awake when I looked in her room."
"That is o.k.". I tell Mary, "but because you brought her down, you know you need to watch her for a while. " Mary then starts to play so sweet with her sister and makes her brother laugh, I go to the kitchen and contentedly listen to the noise. This is heaven, my children happy, our family being together. Gordon surprises us by coming home early at 4:00 I guess he had Young Men’s at 4:30 today to rake leaves, but he has just enough time to give me a kiss and push the kids on the tire swing, where they scream and laugh and have so much fun. We make arrangements for dinner in just over an hour and I look for what I need for the Target brand hamburger helper (my families favorite meal).
My life isn’t so bad, I am so happy. I have a husband who loves me who loves our children, our children love
one another, I am able to stay home and do my own schedule, I love my family. Yes, we have struggles and challenges, yes we are continually learning, often through our mistakes. Yes, I have the most wild children ever, but who have so much energy life and are so sweet. The moon can wait, heaven is right here.