A New Beginning

I've been meaning to start this for a while. I've tried keeping other journals, but since typing is so much faster than writing, and bloggers are so great at archiving and saving data, I've thought for a while now that I ought to attempt a blog based journal. After Elder Eyering's talk I finally sat down and did it. So here goes....

Thanks:

1. For a place to download my thoughts. It's funny that its taken me so long to do this- because I can sense already that this will help me (if no one else). There is definitely something therapeutic about writing out your thoughts. And certainly even more if at least some of those thoughts are dedicated to gratitude to our Father.

2. My husband. How can I not list him in my first entry. I know I can be a difficult person- but he loves me unconditionally. I am so lucky to have a husband who loves me so much, and who is so concerned with my happiness and wellbeing. In a world that pulls so much at marriage and family- his devotion to me is untouched. I want to be worthy to be his for eternity.

3. My two sons. Again- must be listed in the first post. These two little guys can drive me crazy. Yet I would not have it any other way. Loving them has taught me much of our Father's love for us. Trying to teach and raise them has taught me much of our Father's efforts to teach us. And their love toward me has taught me much of Christ's love. I just tried to describe it but it is too profound. Charity and the words that have sought to define that term are all I can begin to say.

Thoughts:

Today I am good. Not bad, but not great. Today Marcia and I took the boys up to Trolly Square and Ikea. It was us trying to break the monotony that creeps into motherhood. It felt good to have so much adult conversation, and to get out of the house. It interrupted naps and other daily routines, but I'm of the opinion that while routines are good, children also need to learn to be flexible sometimes. And the "to do list" needs to be set aside once in a while.

Josh and Same have the toddler boy energy that you forget about until its there in your face. We sat having lunch at Ikea. The boys ate a little and then started climbing on chairs and yelling "bye guys" to all the departing patrons. One man looked left with a scowl and roll of his eyes, while another woman smiled and expressed her understanding of the forfeit required (in the battle for quiet or calm) for young boys at this age. Such is life.

This first entry is hard. I want to explain and reference so many things. Backtrack and summarize my life to this point. How can I do that?!?! It will come out with time. This is just a start. I think you and I will both know me better as I do this more. So thats it for tonight.