Marathon Week

I’ve always admired those people who are very organized and can sail right through anything that is placed before them. Well I’m not one of those people at all. Today is my crash day from a week of constant running. I can’t believe that it is Wed all over again. Creig and I have been cleaning and repainting our condo to get ready to sell. My kids are not quite sure if we still have a home. We have been getting home late every night and my kids fall asleep in the car and find themselves in there bed the next morning, only to throw on clothes, get back into the car and go some more. Today Jacob didn’t want to go to school and I think I just figured out why, he wasn’t quite sure if he would get to come back home or picked up and dropped off somewhere else. Natalie didn’t let me leave her sight today. She followed me from room to room today making sure I was still there.

The phrase from Pres. Hinckley has been coming to my mind “Stand a Little Taller” as I have been running from place to place. I have wondered how tall I have been as a mother. That is one of the highest and noble callings and sometimes I forget that. What a privilege it is to be given these children to teach and to lead. How blessed I am to have these two great kids. Being mom is the best calling that I have and I was glad to be reminded of that today when both my kids gave me hugs and said they were glad to be home.

Posted by: Mindy | 02-13-2008 | 10:02 PM
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The passing of our prophet

It was about 8:30 or so when Mindy walked over to me at the baptism we were attending and said that Pres. Hinckley had passed away. I looked around at the faces of those in our little group. There was a sense of sadness and yet peace. We gathered and hugged. We cried and remembered. Our mortal time with this great leader had come to a close. Our loss would obviously be the gain of his wife and many others beyond the veil. How sweet are those reunions! And yet, all of us, and of course to a greater degree - his family here, will feel that void while seeking to keep his memory bright and his teachings alive.

Posted by: Creig | 01-27-2008 | 10:01 PM
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Sunday Morning

I am convinced that the more time you give us on Sunday morning to get ready for church (which in our case now is the whole morning), the more opportunity we have for disasters. This morning we had our share. From the Shamu show that drenched the bathroom floor to the raw egg splattered on the newly cleaned carpets, our children were in rare form. By the time 1:30 rolled around, I was just about ready to call it quits, but off we went to church anyway. Three hours later, the 3 Book of Mormon talks, a 1st Nephi and a marriage lesson had soothed the savage beast and I was much kinder, gentler Papa. I am now convinced that Sunday mornings are just a test to see who it is that really needs to be in church. I pass the test (or don’t pass it, however you see it) — I need to be there.

Posted by: Creig | 01-27-2008 | 09:01 AM
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