Blessed

Sometimes I wonder if I'll make it to the end of the day. My girls are active and crazy and fun. They have amazing imaginations. They love to play together, read books, and pretend to be mommies. They also cry A LOT, fight, push, pinch, and want their Daddy. Most nights I'm tired. I sometimes yell way to much. I try to be patient, but loose it over silly things like spilt milk and dumped out toy buckets.

Then I find blogs like THIS ONE. I'm quickly reminded how lucky I am to have my two beautiful girls. They've taught me more about myself and what I want out of life in three short years than I learned in all the rest of my life. They remind me about the Savior's perfect love for each of us. They make me laugh and cry and work and play and remember my own childhood.

Tonight Jason and I watched Tessa sit on the couch with her baby. She was reading a book and taking her doll's hand and pointing to things on the page. We watched her cuddle up with about four different dolls. She made sure they were cuddled up and safe next to her. She is so loving and kind and good.

Today Jordyn helped me pack a good-bye box for Nonie with food and supplies...to take back to college. She got a pink elephant from her room and put it in the box. She said it was for Nonie to look at and think of her. She said Nonie could play with it. I watch Jordyn share and give hugs and kisses. She has a very active imagination and when she grows up she wants to be a Princess Mommy. She is smart and giving and beautiful.

And you know what the best part is. They are ours. All ours. And no matter what happens to our little family in the years to come I know that they will ALWAYS be ours. Heavenly Father has blessed me so much, not only with a perfect little family, put with the Gospel of Jesus Christ. He love us, and I know it.