It was my 41st Birthday yesterday. Here is a pic of my dad holding me. He always has this little twinkle in his eye in pictures that I love...the story goes that he actually only wanted 2 children. My mom talked him into more. Once she got him on board to have me, (4th child) they tried for a long time and nothing happened. Finally after a couple of moves, my mother joining the church and being sealed in the temple I came along. She always said that I was waiting until they were sealed before I would agree to come to earth ;)
It was a good birthday though. Jill was home, I planned ahead and got Papa Murphy's on Saturday so I wouldn't have to cook, and I got a nap. Excellent. It was also our Sunday for the Primary Program. I'm the chorister. I hated this calling when I first started. I was terrified to the point of being physically sick every Sunday. It's the hardest calling I've ever had. It's like having to plan a full blown Sharing Time 52 weeks a year...and always struggling to come up with new, fun , exciting ways to keep their interest. But once I decided it didn't matter what I looked like, or how my voice sounded, I finally loosened up and I love it now. The kids are amazing, and it is so much fun to share my love of the gospel and music with them. I actually look forward to Sundays and being in Primary!! I came home with a stack of handmade cards from some of the kids...my little 5 yr old Olivia who made a card with a picture of us on it and music notes floating around us! And so many other sweet messages from these kids....I love them so much!
The Brain: Are you pondering what I'm pondering? Pinky: I think so Brain, but burlap chafes me so.
Quote of the Day
"Faith in something greater than ourselves enables us to do what we have said we'll do, to press forward when we are tired or hurt or afraid, to keep going when the challenge seems overwhelming and the course is entirely uncertain." -Gordon B. Hinckley
Word of the Day
fillip \FIL-uhp\ , noun: 1. A snap of the finger forced suddenly from the thumb; a smart blow.
flummox \FLUM-uhks\, transitive verb: To confuse; to perplex.