Sundays

I was thinking to myself about how my children look nothing like me and had to go as far as dig for an "adorable" picture of moi when I was five just to be able to think for a moment that yes, Liam sort of looks like me. Now I feel slightly part of my own family...nah, who am I kidding!

This picture really has nothing to do with what I was actually thinking about. I just wanted to sit and ponder on a good day. My children were ready for church in a timely manner and we were actually early. (I really have no excuse since we meet at 1:00.) All of the children were reverent during the sacrament. That was a miracle. I have so much fun teaching the music in Primary. I sat at a red light and thought how much I love my husband. I even got all warm and fuzzy inside. (Yikes! Slow down, girl you're on your way to church.) I still loved him when I got home...then he tooted. The warm fuzziness went away...from me that is. I held my little Hyrum and rubbed his belly. Aren't baby's pop-bellies the best!? I sat at the computer dreaming of designing homes and kitchens while trying to figure out the software. Liam read to me and Tipton did a lot of talking. I learned I can share the Gospel and I'm still so afraid. It's hard. I ate delicious banana pudding (recipe a must, click here) and chocolate soup. I'm full. Good day. Goodnight.