I got to spend a lovely evening celebrating this incredible woman.
Thanks for being awesome! And besides that. . . thank you for the countless sacrifices you made the last thirty-something years in our behalf. Thank you for making sure each and every day that we knew we were loved. Not a single day went by that I did not know for a surety that I was loved. I felt loved by you and Dad. Y’all taught us to feel the love of our Heavenly Father and Mother and of our Savior, Jesus Christ. Because I felt so much love from you, it was easy to feel the Spirit confirm this love from God. Thank you for continuing to be such a supporter of each of us and continuing to help my little family. I don’t have enough words to thank you for taking care of my babies while I am at work. Thank you, thank you, thank you! Thanks for always being there for us. I love you so much. I am proud to call you my mother and my friend. You are the best!
A few weeks ago I found a lump in my breast and pretty much freaked out. You know I am paranoid anyway, and that scare about did me in. I saw my regular OB-GYN and he sent me to an oncologist. Scariest thing ever! I cried a lot throughout this week long wait-for-the-results-thing. I cried because I was scared. I cried because I didn’t want to find out I was sick. I cried because I looked at my babies and life in a whole new way. I cried because I want to be here to be their mommy until they are old. I cried because of all the sweet things my supportive family did for me. I cried because I am so blessed to have a husband and father that could give me a Priesthood blessing. I was a mess! I poured my heart out every night praying that God’s plan aligned with mine. And thanks to His grace and love for me, my results came back benign. I know that compared to what a lot of people have to bare, this is trivial, but it was by far one of the scariest things I have had to do.
Today I picked Lydia and Liam up after work and headed to swim team. They were having the cutest conversation with each other in the car. Lydia would tell Liam something about her day and he would say something like “Wow, Goosie, cool.” Then Liam would tell her about his day and she would say “That’s awesome, Buddy!” When they stopped talking for a second I said, “You guys make me so happy!” Then this conversation happened. . .
LG- Are you crying AGAIN?
S- No, baby. I am just really happy.
LG- Sometimes when you cry you say you are happy.
S-Yes, sometimes when people are really happy, the Spirit is so strong, and they cry.
LG-What is the Spirit?
S- The Holy Ghost.
LG- What is the Holy Ghost?
S- Well, in the God head there is Heavenly Father, and Jesus, and the Holy Ghost. The Holy Ghost is like Heavenly Father’s helper and he helps us feel of God’s love.
LG- What does he look like?
S- I don’t really know. Like a spirit, I guess.
LG- Well, how does he help us feel God’s love?
S- Well, when someone needs to be comforted the Holy Ghost can help us feel the love of Heavenly Father and comfort us.
LG- What does comfort mean?
S-You know when you are scared or sad and you want Mommy to snuggle you?
S- When I snuggle you when you are scared or sad I am comforting you. You feel better, and warmer, and happier, and loved. That is what the Holy Ghost helps us feel.
LG- So the Holy Ghost is a snuggler?!?!?!
S- Yes, I guess you could say that.
LG- Well you should have just said that to begin with.
S- Next time I will, baby. And sometimes when the Holy Ghost is comforting you and you feel the Spirit you feel so happy that you cry.
LG- Because you are snuggled.
My heart grew two times today! I am the luckiest Mommy in the world.
I may have been tearing up at the beginning, but how could you not with that love fest going on?
So I ALWAYS have some crazy public restroom story to tell. It is now Jared’s turn. And in his own words, none-the-less. You are welcome!
“Last night I took the family to La Bamba Mexican Restaurant, a business partner of mine. We went for dinner and were taking our time to order because the kids kept needing to go to the bathroom.
I took Liam to the men’s room and after he was done, I took a turn to pee and told him to stand still behind me. A couple of seconds later he says, “watch this” and flips the lights out. It went pitch black. Turns out a dude was taking a dump in the only stall in the bathroom. I hear him squirm and ask “uhhh???” I apologized while getting Liam to turn the lights back on.
The guy, who is behind a divider pushing crap out his crack, starts up a conversation with me as I’m trying to wash our hands and get the heck out of dodge. He is telling me way more about his life and kids than I really care, all while crapping! Awkward, right? I felt obligated to stay and not leave the dude mid-story. But I really wanted to get out of there!
What’s even more awkward is hearing the flush and realizing the mystery pooping man that I now know so much about is my SERVER as he walks out of the stall.
I almost left the restaurant… but that would’ve been bad for business since they are a partner… So I had to suck it up and watch my food come served by hands I knew wiped butt just minutes earlier. I couldn’t stop thinking about a study I read that reported finding fecal matter under the fingernails of more than 80% of restaurant servers!
Steph asked what I was doing with the tip when we left. Haha, I laid down a 20% tip like I usually do… But had a second thought and skimmed a few bucks off just for pooping on the job. Lol.
What would you have done?”