Spencer and I were discussing something philosophical, I'm sure, because that's how Spencer thinks.
Just a few minutes ago, I heard a noise. It's midnight...I shouldn't be hearing noises back in the boys bedroom. I went to check and found Spencer in the bathroom. I asked if he felt okay. He started to cry, which is classic Spencer when he's tired...well, or when he's been thinking about sensitive things. I asked him if he was crying because he was sick? No. Was he tired? Kind of. Was he sad? He didn't think so. So, what was bringing the tears? It was because Mommy came to check on him. He said that it made him cry because he was so happy that I cared enough about him to go check on him. He knows that he is my most favorite Spencer on the planet and that I loved him enough to make sure he was okay. That's what made my sweet, sensitive little 8 year old cry. I asked him if he had said his prayers. He hadn't and he was concerned that he was going to have bad dreams. I asked if he would like for me to say his prayer for him tonight. He said yes. So, instead of kneeling and praying the proper way, I held him in my arms and prayed for him...with him. Thanking Heavenly Father for helping us to have an eternal family. Asking Him to bless Spencer...to be with him through the night. After our prayer, I asked Spencer if he recognized the feelings of the Holy Ghost (beings that he's only been baptized for under 2 months I thought maybe he wasn't quite familiar)...then I reminded him of how comforting the Holy Ghost can be. He said he is familiar with that feeling. We agreed that since we'd prayed, he would go climb into bed and think happy thoughts of our family and the good feelings he has at home and also when he is at church. He would let the Holy Ghost comfort him and help him have a good night sleep.
Why am I telling you all of this? Because it is moments like this that define who I am and why I am here on this earth. I am a wife that loves the man that I married so much that I don't think being sealed to him for eternity is long enough. I am a mother that doesn't understand how my heart hasn't burst yet from the love and pride that I feel for my children. I am a daughter of my Heavenly Father, who loves me. He loves me so much that He sent me to this earth to two of the best parents ever...who raised me to know and love the Lord...who taught me never to settle, especially when it came to the person I were to marry. I didn't settle and I got one heck of a catch. This is my purpose. The messy house and the extra pounds on my big old butt...they are just extras that don't really matter in the end. Cuddling with my little boy, telling him how much I love him and sharing my testimony of the Gospel at 12:15 in the morning...that's just...it. What else can I say?
Well, I can say lots more because anybody who knows me knows that I don't know how to stop talking...but since it is now almost 1am and I'm not in my bed...I will just share a few fun pictures. We took the kids to our favorite little piece of sand in West Seattle because it has been gorgeous weather. Not a cloud in the sky and 80 degrees. Here are a couple of pictures to document our little fun day.
Just a few minutes ago, I heard a noise. It's midnight...I shouldn't be hearing noises back in the boys bedroom. I went to check and found Spencer in the bathroom. I asked if he felt okay. He started to cry, which is classic Spencer when he's tired...well, or when he's been thinking about sensitive things. I asked him if he was crying because he was sick? No. Was he tired? Kind of. Was he sad? He didn't think so. So, what was bringing the tears? It was because Mommy came to check on him. He said that it made him cry because he was so happy that I cared enough about him to go check on him. He knows that he is my most favorite Spencer on the planet and that I loved him enough to make sure he was okay. That's what made my sweet, sensitive little 8 year old cry. I asked him if he had said his prayers. He hadn't and he was concerned that he was going to have bad dreams. I asked if he would like for me to say his prayer for him tonight. He said yes. So, instead of kneeling and praying the proper way, I held him in my arms and prayed for him...with him. Thanking Heavenly Father for helping us to have an eternal family. Asking Him to bless Spencer...to be with him through the night. After our prayer, I asked Spencer if he recognized the feelings of the Holy Ghost (beings that he's only been baptized for under 2 months I thought maybe he wasn't quite familiar)...then I reminded him of how comforting the Holy Ghost can be. He said he is familiar with that feeling. We agreed that since we'd prayed, he would go climb into bed and think happy thoughts of our family and the good feelings he has at home and also when he is at church. He would let the Holy Ghost comfort him and help him have a good night sleep.
Why am I telling you all of this? Because it is moments like this that define who I am and why I am here on this earth. I am a wife that loves the man that I married so much that I don't think being sealed to him for eternity is long enough. I am a mother that doesn't understand how my heart hasn't burst yet from the love and pride that I feel for my children. I am a daughter of my Heavenly Father, who loves me. He loves me so much that He sent me to this earth to two of the best parents ever...who raised me to know and love the Lord...who taught me never to settle, especially when it came to the person I were to marry. I didn't settle and I got one heck of a catch. This is my purpose. The messy house and the extra pounds on my big old butt...they are just extras that don't really matter in the end. Cuddling with my little boy, telling him how much I love him and sharing my testimony of the Gospel at 12:15 in the morning...that's just...it. What else can I say?
Well, I can say lots more because anybody who knows me knows that I don't know how to stop talking...but since it is now almost 1am and I'm not in my bed...I will just share a few fun pictures. We took the kids to our favorite little piece of sand in West Seattle because it has been gorgeous weather. Not a cloud in the sky and 80 degrees. Here are a couple of pictures to document our little fun day.
My four little blessings all huddled together having tons of fun!
Travis with his e-reader. He and I never leave home without them. (o:
Travis takes the boys out on the dock to see the jelly fish. Wasn't it gorgeous out there? (although...I miss the rain...sunny days are nice, but I love my rain!)
Cuter than cute...even with, um, I was gonna say bedhead, but she was asleep in a carseat, so...even with sweaty carseat hair. (o:
My best friend in the whole entire universe! (and his happenin' grandpa glasses) (He says he's not out to impress anyone...he's too old for that. These are practical and comfortable and I love him no matter what, so that's the end of that discussion.) (o:
Watching Little Miss pick up rocks.
Watching Little Miss pick up rocks.
We couldn't get a picture of Joseph holding still. He was having so much fun!
See...he's blurry. He had a blast getting water and taking it to the sand to try and make a sand castle.
Spencer had to analyze and observe before making his first move.
Connor found lots of dungeness crab shells.
That's pretty much it. It was a good day yesterday. Today we spent the day at my in-laws. We picked our first peas out of our garden. We all stood by the garden and ate the peas raw. Sooooo good.
Spencer had to analyze and observe before making his first move.
Connor found lots of dungeness crab shells.
That's pretty much it. It was a good day yesterday. Today we spent the day at my in-laws. We picked our first peas out of our garden. We all stood by the garden and ate the peas raw. Sooooo good.
2 comments:
You and your family are truly beautiful and your sweet post got me all choked up! What an adorable and sweet little boy you have!!!
That is so neat you had such a special moment with Spencer. What a good Mom you are!
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