GO Red or GO Home!

So, I went RED.

Like, super RED.

Like, RED RED.

It's sassy and feisty and fun.

Just like this girl!!

Be Still, My Heart

Our Sweet Pam was able to get us a few pictures from our family photo shoot session.

Be still, my heart.

These boys, though.

Oh, these boys.

I can't wait to see the rest.

But for now, I'm designing a mission farewell post card for this young man.

Be still, my heart.

Less than 30 days...

On Sunday, Je'Mari came running into church.

His tie was in his pocket.

He snuck over to Braxton and this happened.

Be still, my heart.

I love being a mama of boys.

I  love their hearts.

On Saturday, while Uncle Brandon and Aunt Carrie took Jackson shopping, I loved on these two mugs.

Be still, my heart.

They weren't feeling good.

Auntie wasn't feeling good.

But we ate. We cuddled. We watched movies. We took naps.

These two bring so much stinking joy!

And yesterday.

Yesterday, my kids ended up ditching school because I was positive they didn't have school.

Whatever.

But this boy and I went shopping.

I pretty much tagged along.

I am soaking up every single second I can with this one.

Be still, my heart.

I Love To See The Temple

After work yesterday, I went to my favorite temple. The Ogden Temple is MY temple. I mean, not really... but I love it there. The pictures throughout the temple are so exquisite. I just love the feel there.

I decided to do initiatories. I haven't done them since I took out my own endowment 22 years ago! A couple of weeks before P got his angel wings, he told me about how he went to the temple on his lunch break and did initiatories. He told me that it was so good to be reminded of the promises that are given to us during that sacred ordinance. So, I decided to do them last night. I, too, was reminded of the immense blessings that are promised to us when we do all in our power to live the covenants we have made. To listen to them again and again and again and again and again is such a blessing. It was a powerful reminder to me of the love that our Father has for us and the small amount asked of us in order to receive everything He has in store for us.

Mama's Boy

Tuesday afternoon, around 2ish, I was sitting in my camping chair in my cut-down weeds. Suddenly, Jackson was walking up to me with a Kneaders sandwich and a loaf of frosted cinnamon bread. He needed his mama. He plopped right down on the grass next to me and just talked for an hour. Yes, it is pretty unacceptable that he sluffed his last period. But, he was with his mama. He needed his mama. And, this mama will always, always be here for my boys. Always.

Our Weekend

Last week was rough. Perhaps it was just a culminating effect type thing. But, on Friday while driving back and forth, to and from Colton's neuro-psych testing, I realized I needed to throw up a white flag. I called my mom and asked if the boys could spend the weekend with them. She said, "Of course." I knew that if I didn't take some deep breaths for a day or two, I might just lose it. I needed to cry. I needed to scream. I needed to let myself be frustrated - without my boys there to witness it. I needed to get things in order, in my head. I slept until 3 pm on Sunday, completely missing church. I took Gus for a quick walk, then went back to my bed.

My babies got home late Sunday afternoon and they were bearing gifts for their Mama. My heart was full again. My home was full again. I was so happy to see them. This week, while they are on Spring Break, I know that they are in a warm home with food and each other. I am so thankful.