...and they all lived happily ever after...

...and they all lived happily ever after...

Monday, October 12, 2015

My smallest son gets baptized

This past weekend was incredible!!

My sweet, little, sprite of a son made the decision to be baptized and I could not have been more pleased.  I have heard people say that eight years old is too young for people to make such a big decision about their future, but that is not how I see things at all.

At eight years old, I see in my children the maturity to begin to make many of their own choices and their desire to begin to become their own person.  I also see the ability to deftly understand right from wrong in almost all situations.  And those choices highlight for me their need for the guidance of the Holy Ghost as a friend and a companion.  They are beginning to make decisions independent of their parents and that sweet, gentle, righteous influence is a precious, treasured gift in their lives.

I want my sweethearts to feel the love and guidance of their Father in Heaven and baptism swings the door for that opportunity wide open.

So, on Saturday, we gathered at our local stake center with friends and family (thank you for those who came to support our little boy) and watched as our small son nearly jumped out of his skin with excitement.  He was bopping along, bursting with happy anticipation saying over and over, "I'm jumpin' in my jump suit!  I'm jumpin' in my jump suit!"  His exuberance made my heart sing and my eye leak a little bit.

After prayers and talks by Logan's cousins -- all close to his age; they were amazing -- I got to watch as my son and my husband entered the water of a baptismal font and my baby boy made covenants with God.  My littlest man smiled incessantly as he was immersed in water to symbolize his commitment and then (after a quick change of clothes) had the hands of his uncles, grandpas, father and friends placed on his head and through priesthood authority was given the gift of the Holy Ghost.  
It was an unspeakably incredible day.

I was reminded of my own baptism lots and lots of years ago and reminded that I have never regretted the decision I made that day.  I am so pleased to see my children choose to begin a journey down that same path.  I know the strength and peace and hope that come with linking our lives to God through covenants.  I pray that they will find joy in the gospel of Jesus Christ as I have all these years.  It has been an anchor to me through anything and everything else that life can send my way.

I love these boys and am so proud of both of them.  They bring such joy to me and I am thankful every single day that my Heavenly Father saw fit to allow them to be part of my life.

Saturday, October 10, 2015

Moon over West Valley

We've been pretty impressed with the moon lately.

Our family enjoyed watching the lunar eclipse recently and we kept running into the yard as the moon disappeared bit by tin into the sky.

And then, we got up early the other day and found a beautifully shining moon with this beautifully shining halo around it as well.  This is not a trick of the camera, this is EXACTLY what the moon looked like in the sky that morning.  Lovely (oh, I made EVERY child come out and look at it and was met with varying degrees of care about this beautiful sight).

I admit I am easily enthralled with the features of the sky, and I honestly hope I can pass that trait down to my little ones as well.

Here's an example of what NOT to do when it comes to lovely moons (but I do love the movie it hails from).


Thursday, October 8, 2015

Pink mask for my man

Ellie bought a new mask at the dollar store the other day.

So, of course, she wanted her dad to try it on.

So, of course, he did.

I love it.

This guys is a great daddy, never too cool to goof off with our littles.  I'm grateful to have him.

Sunday, October 4, 2015

Happy conference surprise

Sunday morning we had the chance to listen to prophets and apostles of God as part of general conference for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints.

The session begins at 10:00 am.

Just before the session was set to begin a big, unexpected mess happened in our house leaving me scrambling to handle some issues and a bit behind on getting things settled for conference.

I knew that our prophet, President Monson, would likely be the first speaker during this session and at our house we have a rule that everyone -- no matter their age -- comes in to watch and listen to the prophet when he is speaking.

However, because of our issue, I was knee deep in a problem and was a few minutes behind.  Scrambling out of the very needed shower I could hear the speaker start, and sure enough, it was President Monson.  I called to Josh to have him quick gather the kids (he had been involved in our other concern as well, but was a little ahead of me in getting back to normal) and have them get together to watch.

He came back a moment later, smiling, because when he went to find our children, this is what he discovered.

With no prompting from their flustered parents, our little ones had situated themselves in the living room, handed out conference bingo boards, and focused their attention of the prophet of God.

I could not have been more pleased.  I am so grateful I get to spend every day with this crazy crew of sweet and tender souls.

I am also grateful for my testimony of a living prophet and the enormous blessing of learning God's will for me through this righteous and powerful man as well as the Savior's other sacred servants.

I love general conference and I am thankful that the small people in my home are learning to love it as well.

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