Sunday, September 22, 2013

I Love Primary!

Today was another one of my favorite Sundays. It was the Primary Program in our ward. Words can never describe how wonderful it is to sit and feel of those amazing kids' spirits. The theme in Primary this year has been "I am a child of God" and they have been learning all year about this and what it means to be a child of God. It was so neat to hear the kids share their testimonies through words and songs. Of course the songs are always so beautiful and brings the Spirit so strongly. Hearing them sing about how Heavenly Father loves them with a sweet sister playing the violin was incredible. They sang another song about Noah and his ark. It talked about how Noah listened to God and built an ark to protect him from the rain and then how if we listen to God we can build an ark and be protected from life's rain. I loved it and want to get the words and music so I can learn it. My favorite song, however, was the final closing number. It was written by the Primary choristers' sister after she challenged her Sunday school class to write a song about their testimony. When our chorister, sister Stolworthy, heard it she knew our primary had to sing it. It was all about this life's plan. It talked about how He never said it would be easy but that it would be worth it and that coming to families was part of His plan and just how important it is to remember we are children of God and follow His plan. Stryder told me yesterday how much he loved the last song and that it gave him chills every time they sang it. Well, he definitely felt the Spirit today and said that he almost couldn't finish singing it. After the program was over, all three of my kids came to sit by me and their eyes were glistening and I know that their hearts were full and that all three of them felt the Spirit so strongly today. It was a special moment for me as I wrapped my arms around them all and reminded them that what they were feeling was the Holy Ghost testifying to them that the words they sang were true. It was such a tender moment that I had to record it here for a reminder on those hard days. I'm so grateful for our primary leaders and teachers who work so hard for our kids. I'm so grateful for the experience I shared with my kids today and so grateful for primary music.

Friday, September 6, 2013


We survived the first two weeks of school!  The kids are still loving their teachers but the novelty is definitely wearing off.  Homework is hard and annoying, according to them, and waking up early is for the birds, according to me.  The house is very quiet and it's still really weird being home without my little munchkins around but I have goals of finally getting things more organized and taking the time to create.  I have to admit that some days it's kind of boring around here but hopefully I can find more and more things to keep myself busy with this year.  
And here's some pictures from my phone from the last few weeks.
 We went to Fuddruckers with my family and our other family the Russells to celebrate birthdays.  I love my dad and I'm so dang lucky to have him in my life.  I hope I look as good as he and my mom do when I get to be their age.

 Trevor came to hang out with us for the weekend before school started and we took the kids to see Despicable Me 2 as a final good-bye to summer.

 Us on the first day of school proving that we all survived the day.  It was pretty hard for me that day but I'm hopeful of good things to come this year for all of us.

 This is something Stryder filled out the first day of school.  It's kind of hard to read but number 2 is the reason I took a picture of it.
2. When I grow up I want to be "A desiner at NVEnergy" because "My dad has that job and I want to be like him"
Pretty much stopped me in my tracks and made my heart burst.  Hopefully we grows up to be just like his dad.

And yeah this happened.  She's had a hard time washing it by herself and hates to comb it and will rarely let me braid it so we cut it all off.  She loves it, I have my moments.  But all that matters is that she's happy and there are no tears when it's time to brush her hair, which in turn, makes me happy.