May 22
"I had a dream a T-Rex was chasing me and trying to bite me. I ate his heart and it tasted wike strawberry mint sour cream cheese. It tasted good. I saw a shark and I punched him in the nose. And ven I ate his heart. It didn't taste wike anyfing. It was just sour." Joren
The warm scent of the spring nighttime rain wafts through my open window. The fan above gently stirs the air and wind chimes ring a random melody. Today life's moment feels perfect and fragile like a robin's egg in my hand. I rocked my baby to sleep moments ago and held his perfect little roundness close to me. The fan ruffled his feather lite baby hair that glistens as only baby hair can. His contented slump into my shoulder as he drifts to sleep has to be one of the most stirring moments of life; of which I get to experience daily. My Eirik wanted only to snuggle and listen to me sing to him tonight and Joren delighted as I whispered the words to "Bedtime and the Swamp" into his ear as he settled into bed. I regretted having friends over to dinner today because my church meetings went late and I did not get home until 30 min before they arrived. Paul had raced to clean the house and prepare food in record time and I only had a few mintues to help before they arrived. Then the boys got "lost in the shuffle" of the evening and i did not get to adore them properly. That's why the Sabbath needs to be a family day. Our time with Paul is precious too. We did have a lovely dinner with Kasey, Annie, Ryan and Jen but Steve and Ben were at work so Paul did a lot of work to end up hanging out with the girls. That is not how it should be. I love my Paul so much. Paul spilled the beans about my new hair extensions and they all insisted on seeing. I was shy and embarrassed. I felt as if my insecurity about my hair which I like to hide was on display. They were kind, but I felt silly. I wanted them to go home and I wanted to hold my children and my husband and read and sing to them and tell them about Heavenly Father.
Relief Society was wonderful today. Leah taught by the spirit and we were richly blessed. She was prompted to not prepare to say anything from the lesson manual about missionary work, and to just call on a new sister in the ward to share her conversion story. It was remarkable and I could tell it was as the Lord intended. Sometimes we let ourselves get in the way of the workings of the spirit. The way to edification, in this case, was the simplest lesson. I hope I can hear the spirit help me prepare to teach next week on self reliance.
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