Let me introduce you to my life...Yes, these children have become my life. It's strange to think about that Jared and I are responsible for these three little miracles. Miracles yes because they truly are gifts that we have been given. I also normally refer to them as monkeys because that's what they are...jumping, running, rolling, squealing from here to there. There are very little quiet moments in the house or in the car, but somehow I am still taken back by the joy I have for them. Each one holds a special place in my heart. This post might be a tad...weepy for me, but I've had a few thoughts on my mind. I love my kids. I love my husband and I have much to be grateful for. Am I the only one that has to remind myself that doing laundry is a blessing...Really? I am trying to remember those moments when it literally takes hour after hour to fold, hang, wash, smell, so many different clothes. AH...it doesn't make me look forward to tomorrow, because another batch is coming my way.
Along with the laundry there are the diapers...Yes, those fabulous smelly diapers. But how can you resist changing all these diapers when they are accompanied with the giggles and smiles that come from such a cute chubby baby? It's pretty impossible to not enjoy such an activity.
Here is a "vinyl" lettering saying that I have come to appreciate...My cute grandma neighbor from my old ward gave it to me. "Cleaning the house while children are growing Is like shoveling snow while it is still snowing!" I decided that this cute saying had to go in the laundry room. Because that is where I spend a lot of time! But I decided that I had to put three adorable pictures of my kiddos in the laundry room with this saying so I can remember WHY I am doing all this cleaning.
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Oh how I need to hear something like this today, thank you for helping me remember WHY we do what we do everyday.
they are wonderful little kids (although seeing as how I think they are probably the best things since sliced bread i might be biased)
Deenie--I love you!!! I can't forget how cute and "baby-hungry" you were at 8 years old--daily sitting at Debbie's right after school, waiting for her little baby to wake up--just so you could hold her! I knew then that you would be the most amazing and loving little mother some day. You make me proud--you have such a positive outlook with the sometime, no--MANY times mundane tasks of life. Love ya, Mom
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