4 months and such a breeze

Hazel is 4 months old. She brings so much joy. She loves her sisters....and her brothers...but mostly her sisters. They make her laugh. And sometimes they make her cry. She is deathly afraid of dogs barking. And she loves to snuggle with her mommy. She is a dream of a baby. Mostly always content and happy.

Dear elderly lady at the grocery store:

Thank you. Thank you for taking the time to come up to me and introduce yourself. Thank you for saying how cute my baby's toes are and not scolding me for not putting her socks back on her feet for the 10th time that day. Thank you for saying "God bless you!" when I answered your question asking whether this was my first baby. Thank you for expressing how you have 3 children (who are now in their 50's) and believe you selfishly stopped there but in hindsight wish you had went on for a 5th or 6th child. Thank you for recognizing my husband's goodwill and sacrifice in having and supporting such a family and encouraging me to go home and give him a hug.

These are the women that inspire me. The women that look at families and children as a blessing and a joy, that see the value in lifetime relationships and lifelong discipleships that can encourage and nurture to love our savior more fully.

In the middle of the tornado, dirty kitchen floors, piles of laundry, poopy diapers, messy faces and countless other not-so-pretty pictures, I am reminded that I am greatly blessed because THIS is what life is all about. This is what makes life worthwhile.