My day started relatively busy as it always does. Five kids to get off to school, one kid off to work, and a husband on his way pushing at the grind stone. Nan walked upstairs when it was time for scripture study and said, “Whoa! What happened to the kitchen? It wasn’t this dirty when I went to bed.” “You tell me,” was all that I replied followed by Jenny only moments later running up the stairs then stopping dead still. Laughing she said, “What happened here? Wasn’t this bad when I went to sleep.” All of which were looking at me accusingly. “Don’t look at me. It was clean when I went to bed.”
Not that I am pointing fingers at my redheaded, all grown up, master of destruction son, but since his father went to bed with me I believe he is the only one who can claim the demo, that is unless some other little boy of mine got up in the middle of the night, though I highly doubt that. J
Yesterday for family home evening we decorated pumpkins as we do every Monday before Halloween. This year they donned on Mister Potato Head faces. All the way from my youngest to my oldest happily got involved. Quite possibly this could be our last year with everyone here to do so. Where did the time go?
Nan's looks like a snork with that dart on top.
Suzy's looks like a country bumpkin "Rollie Pollie Ollie!"
Yesterday morning I was able to go to the temple with my Father and Step Mom. They leave today for the long flight to the Philippines. It was amazing to be in that beautiful place with my father’s arms wrapped around me. I will miss them, my kids will miss them, but I couldn’t be prouder or more grateful for their example.
A million things to do today, but I took the time for a spiritual fill up as I said my prayers and wrote in my blog. My life is pretty typical, and my days filled endlessly with pretty random stuff, but every day I wake up grateful to face my day. Some days, like today, my heart is so overwhelmed with the feeling of joy that I just want to shout at the top of my lungs, “Be happy World, God loves you.” Silly, cliché? Don’t care, that’s how I feel. Everything speaks of him, and everything calls to his love. Mt. Timpanogos was so beautiful with the first sprinklings of snow on her yesterday. The new curtains in the front room freshly hemmed by me so that they just brush the top of our carpet fold down so perfectly to a freshly vacuumed floor. Six oversized pumpkins spread out safe from a cold night frost on the wood floor in our front room look up at me quizzically. The dishes are stacked and clean drying in my large stainless steel sink. On the bed is the purple mess of mesh waiting to become a princess costume for my little redheaded pixie. And all of it makes me happy.
I love being who I am, imperfections, many that they are, and all. I know that I am God’s daughter and therefore my value ten trillion times that of gold. I know that Christ not only died for me but lived for me and continues to live for me still. I know that I matter even if no one else does, (which very luckily for me I have amazing family that tell me that every day). Why sometimes is it so hard for us to see that? You are loved. No matter what, you are loved. And no matter what, that is what matters. Smile, for someone up there knows you better than even you know you. And He loves you, and His Son loves you! Smile!
Now time for costume making, dentist little girl taking, picture frame spray painting, downstairs cleaning, laundry washing, back door frame painting, bread making, dinner designing, Stake Young Men and Young Women dance setting up and playing and then followed by husband snuggling as I fall fast asleep completely happy with my busy day.