Wednesday, April 30, 2008

What a day!!!

Oh wow. I am really not fond of days like this!!

Up and running all day long...thought we were needing to go help a lady, got ready for it like crazy, then didn't have to go. Then trying to make a difficult decision with Matt while running around feeding the girls and trying to help them let mom and dad have a time to talk. One kid finds the watercolors and paints herself. As I'm scrubbing her off, there's one spot of red paint that just keeps reappearing!! Then I realize it is blood and she had a nasty cut from something, and I feel like a great mom! Then we're trying to clean up smeared pb&j from exhausted crying toddlers, then off to pick up glasses, get them adjusted, and to the doctor.

LONG
dr. visit later with all sorts of ups and downs for a couple of us, and it's too late for daddy to take us back home and get to work in time, so we have to take him. But on the way there, he gets a call saying he will have to travel between buildings tonight, so he needs the car. So, the girls and I sit in the stuffy car in the parking lot for a while, waiting for daddy to have a break at work so he can take us the 45 minutes back home before he runs to the other building. Run home, trying to fill prescriptions (unsuccessfully) before the pharmacy closes, then dump some milk and crackers down the girls before we have to run to a meeting at the church. (No naps yet, of course!!)

The meeting lasts an hour and a half...good meeting, but I can hear the girls crying in the nursery and some older kids in there being grumpy at them. I go in to take care of it, but find that the kids will be leaving soon. Problem solved? I went back to the meeting.

No. Before they left, the kids clean the nursery spotless and then turned out the lights, leaving my kids no place to go and thinking that they are not allowed to go back in.

And we've got an hour left. With some leaders who have no children and think that they know all there is to know about children, and that they should definitely be seen and not heard. hmmm....make that not seen or heard. Yeah. I'd love to have a room full of people like that and a weapon of choice....but I will take some deep breaths and possibly borrow the treadmill again to get rid of that thought. :) So for the remaining hour I've got one baby fussing, another one strewing my debit and credit cards all over the room, and two running in and out crying because they've had no naps and feel like no one wants them anywhere.

9:30 pm, and we're finally done with the meeting. Home!! So we get into the car after I chase the girls around the car about 10 times, because somehow they caught their 2nd wind...or is it their 200th? Part-way there, with several kids crying, while I'm trying to play peek-a-boo in the mirrors, something smells hot. Is that my car? Some fervent praying later, we pull in to the house. The unbelievably messy house. The house so messy that if a robber broke in (since I had forgotten to lock the door), would have left because he would have thought another robber had been here already and that there was nothing left to tear apart.

I throw a pizza in the oven and fire up the nebulizer for the 4th breathing treatment of the day with a kid who hates her breathing treatments. One wrestling match down, and we eat some undercooked pizza while I hold a crying baby and a very angry toddler who is covered in hives and needs her other breathing treatment yet. I step out for one second to get something and come back to three naked children. (How do they move so fast?)

An hour later, pizza is finally eaten, breathing treatments are finally done, and girls are begging for a bath but momma is just way too tired and it's too late. They're starting to wail from exhaustion. (I think I was about to, too.) I literally chase two of them and sit on them to get their pjs on while another one struggles to get hers on backwards and upside-down by herself. Are we close? Are we close? I think I see bedtime in sight!!!

The baby is crying really hard now. As I go to get her, one of the girls beats me to her just in time to be right in the line of fire as the baby throws up all over mom's bed, where she had been lying. So now two kids and a bed (where I was planning to sleep soon) are soaked.

And this is getting really long, so I'll spare you the next ten things that happened. But suffice it to say that 20 minutes later I was at the bottom of the stairs crying while three girls upstairs and one down on the couch were all crying, too. I felt horrible. I hate my girls going to sleep sad. I can't stand it. I love them so much. I was just so tired.

But as I sat there, something to the effect of this went through my mind: "Just do the best you can, but be sure it is the very best. Then leave it in the hands of the Lord." (Gordon B. Hinckley.)

I realized that even though I was exhausted, I could do a little better, give just a little more, if I really tried and sought His help. I wanted to. I wanted to do better and give my girls and I some peace again. So I prayed for help, and while I was praying, they all fell asleep. I went upstairs so I could tell them I loved them, even if it had to be in their sleep.

As soon as I whispered it, they all woke up and started to cry again.

But this time I had it in me to sit down and rock the baby while I sang to the other girls until they fell asleep again. In that final moment of peace and of quiet, I did know that the Lord had helped me, and that everything truly was in His hands.

Monday, April 28, 2008

Treadmill time

Okay. So I have a bit of a temper at times.

It's usually pretty quiet. It doesn't rear its' head too often. :)

But I got, shall we say, a teensy bit upset yesterday. If someone did something to me, it would make me a lot less mad than if they did it to Matt. Unfortunately, something happened to Matt that just lit the fuse inside me.

As I got more and more upset, and the blood pressure definitely started to rise, my great father-in-law had a really great suggestion..."why don't you walk on the treadmill for a little while?" :) So I decided to try it.

I didn't know if anything would calm me down at that moment!! But what do you know?

The best part was watching my pulse. When I first got on the treadmill, it was quite high for me. As I put the speed up more and more, and even did a slight incline (please be impressed...I'm not much of a walker) :), my pulse dropped more and more. As I watched it, I just started to laugh. :)

It did help put things in perspective. What happened was wrong and quite upsetting. But there is no need to damage your body and spirit by letting anger get the best of you. After calming down on the treadmill, getting my pulse back down closer to the yoga level :), we enjoyed a movie with Matt's parents and then drove home. We were able to try to direct the conversation a bit more positively..."what can we do to change things" type of stuff, rather than "let's wallow and be mad because I just can't figure out what else to do." (I tried, anyway!!)

So hey...treadmills aren't so bad!!! :)

Saturday, April 26, 2008

How do I love thee?

Jeffrey R. Holland pointed out once that real love is shown in the "how." How is it manifested? How do I reveal my love for you?

Matt is the perfect example of showing how he loves me. Yesterday, he showed me how in a million ways. :)

The weather has been odd. It is different every day. We have been trying to keep a pretty close eye on it so that we can do my last two yoga videos. Yesterday seemed perfect...rainy in the morning (to keep people away from the parks) and sunny immediately after. So he asked his boss for the day off even though it wasn't a great time to do that at work. (HOW #1.) But, I accidentally forgot to ask someone to watch the girls for us while we went to do it. I felt very discouraged, because the weather was supposed to get cold again and we wouldn't have another shot for a week or two, and by that time, the mosquitoes would be terrible! So he figured out ways to keep the girls happy while we were filming and was more than kind about it all. (HOW #2.)

We went to our pre-designated location after it stopped raining, and he got everything set up wonderfully and encouraged me every second. (HOW #3). He played with the girls while keeping an eye on the camera...making picnics for them and playing duck duck goose. (HOW #4). As time wore on, the girls got tireder and so did he. But he never once asked if we could hurry up or stop. (HOW #5).

Then, when we finished one, the weather was just so perfect that I had to gumption to ask if we could try to do the second one then and just get it all done with in one day. He didn't even flinch, even though I knew he was exhausted with watching the girls for hours already. (HOW #6.) He then blazed a path through the woods to find the perfect spot and did the whole process all over again, this time with much tireder girls than before, and this time holding the baby, as well. (HOW #7, 8, 9, .......)

Not once did he complain or even frown. He was kind and encouraging the entire time even though the girls dumped out our last bottle of water in the mud and started to eat the mud pie that they had made. (HOW #101). He carried two chairs, a baby, a toddler, a tripod, etc., through a hot humid forest. (HOW #1000000000).

Then on the way home I remembered I needed to go in for a blood draw, so he waited out in the hot car with tired muddy kids while I went in and did that. (HOW #2000000000000)

He was so genuinely happy and overjoyed to see how happy it made me to be completing another goal and dream of mine! He truly takes joy in my happiness. :) (HOW #2423943984398)

So last night, I wanted to show him HOW I loved him! I found a movie he really loves...not a "bonnet movie," but a "laser movie!" A real guy movie! (I'm not sure he even knew they existed anymore!! It's all pooh bear and Jane Austen here.) But instead, as soon as we put the movie in, my own tiredness hit me with one of those pesky female emotional breakdowns, and I needed to talk and cry.

HOW #3 trillion: Even after the kind of day he'd had, he turned off the "laser movie" and listened to his wife and held her for 2 1/2 hours until she was done talking and crying and was smiling again.

How does he love me? Let me count the ways!!!

I am the most blessed woman I can think of, and it's not because of a man who does huge flashy things for me. It's because of a man who gives all his time, all his kindness, all his love, all of himself, to me. I only hope I can do a fraction of what he does, for him. I cannot imagine what my life would be like if I were not married to him.

Wednesday, April 23, 2008

Desiderata

My sister reminded me of a poem the other day that I hadn't read in a while. I was glad she did... I have been struggling lately with something. It feels ofttimes like I have been frustrated with people who have no concept of what I myself or others have been through, and yet press themselves on me and feel that they have such advice to give. There are many people that I have known for some time, people who anger me with their pettiness and with their flippant decisions that hurt other people. I have found myself for the past little while becoming angry inside with ignorant people who have not realized the tremendous gifts that they have been given and waste them.

Without going into more personal and detailed explanation, in short, I have been having a hard time with many different types of people. I feel like mentally and emotionally I have had to sort through a lot of things lately, and people who have no idea of what has happened or how it has felt have bugged me. I am really embarrassed to admit it, but they have. I have tried not to let things get to me, but they have for some reason.

Anyway, I have been praying for help. I don't like to feel irritation or anger. I don't like to look at people with frustration in my heart. So I guess I am writing this post more for myself than anything...maybe it will help me remember some things in future days. :) I want to write a few of the thoughts that have come to me, and have helped me.

1) Try to look at people and see them as Christ sees them. The difference in my heart is amazing in an instant. He is patient with my faults and shortcomings...why shouldn't I be with others? After all, I am so far from being perfect myself.
2) In the Book of Mormon, Alma, after seeing such horrible wickedness and feeling almost overwhelmed by it, prays. Now if it were me, I probably would have just written these people off and said, "Oh well! We all know where they're going!" But he didn't...he prayed, expressed his pain and sorrow, and then prayed for success in bringing them again to Christ, because they were his "brethren." That hit me pretty hard...what a totally different and Christ-like perspective.
3) Desiderata. It means "desired things," and in it, the author talks about his own pursuit of happiness, and ours. It's long, but in part of the poem, Ehrmann states: "Go placidly amid the noise and haste,/ and remember what peace there may be in silence. . . .and listen to others, /even the dull and the ignorant;/ they too have their story. "

Each person has their own story. Don't let the "noise and haste" wear you down. Be patient with others, for we are all trying to do our best. Some people are going to interact with us or with others in a way that we sincerely wish they wouldn't. But I think we are all trying in our own spheres and in our own ways. Maybe not many will understand you, but try to understand them...everyone has their story and everyone is trying. We cannot be in control of all things, and can't always stop others from doing things that we know they shouldn't do, but we can live peaceably and do the best we can for others, without worrying so much about what they do or say to us. That's the Lord's job. :)

I think that's the end of my rant for tonight. :)

Sunday, April 20, 2008

A special day


It was a special day today. Our youngest baby was blessed. We bless infants and give them a name, but we do not baptize them until they are eight years old. We don't believe young children are old enough to be accountable for their sins until that age. They are pure and perfect, and as I held my daughter today, I was overjoyed to be blessed with her perfect little spirit in my life.

It was a wonderful day, and I am so grateful to have her in our home and in our family. She has been one of the greatest blessings of my life, at one of the most difficult times in my life. My heart has undergone a lot of difficult feelings lately, trying to grasp and accept all that has happened and all that has changed. As I held her in my arms today, an overwhelming feeling of love entered my heart. I felt overwhelmed by my love for her, as I felt overwhelmed by my Heavenly Father's love for both of us. I knew somehow in that quiet moment that everything would be okay, that there was a joyful plan at work.

I am so grateful for our children, who teach us profound lessons with nothing more than their quiet, pure spirits.

Saturday, April 19, 2008

Trailers

I have trailers available now for my videos! They can be seen on www.mommyoga.com, as well. Even though I know most people who read this blog have already seen the videos, I am too excited about having my very own "trailer" that I just have to put them up here anyway!! :)





Hooray! :)

Friday, April 18, 2008

Genus grossus

So, at the very end of last fall/beginning of last winter, our town did one more "leaf pickup." Our house seems to be at the prime spot in town for leaves. Keep in mind, we have two little trees. One has no leaves (arbor vida) and the other has about 9 leaves (it's a baby). However, we host a lovely vacation getaway for everyone else's leaves.

At least the leaves think so.

People will rake, pile up their leaves, and 1 hour later after a few trucks have driven by and the wind has blown a bit, the leaves are magically piled against our house, better known to the leaves as their Grand Hotel. While I'm touched to be living on a plot of land that attracts the leaves so, it does get a bit annoying in the fall.

On the day of the last leaf pickup last year, my husband was unfortunately in the hospital for kidney stones (ouch!). :( So, the leaves got to stay for longer than they had hoped! Hooray for the leaves, boo hoo for us. Then, winter descended and blanketed the leaves in safety (known to us humans as "snow") for a few months. I suppose we became "Extended Stay America" for the leaves.

When the snow finally began to melt, my husband had other troubles to worry about, including a wife with a new baby, three other kids, school full time, work full time, web admin for two sites, computer side work, church, ....... So the leaves have sat in sun and rain and just really loved their stay at our house.

Today I decided that I was feeling good enough to try to do something nice for my husband. He's worried so much about these leaves overstaying their welcome. I decided today to be brave and become a "bouncer" for the leaves. After all, they haven't even paid us rent. Time to go!

I will spare you the details of what lies under such a lot of leaves after such a lovely stay at our home. But needless to say, it isn't pretty!

I think I have discovered new life forms today.

If I were a biologist, I would probably catalog them and name them for you. I think I need to contact some of the biologists over in Indonesia and tell them to get over here because that Jabba the Hut frog with no lungs has got nothing on what was growing under my leaves.

Thursday, April 17, 2008

Why me?

Every night when we do baths, one of my daughters always starts to cry, "Why me? Why me?" at the top of her lungs when I rinse out her hair. (Don't ask me...she must have heard it on a movie or something.) :) Anyway, it's her way of expressing that she really doesn't like what's going on. :)

Tonight, as shouts of "Why me?!?!?" rang through the air, I tried to console her (rather than laugh at her hilarious choice of phrases) by telling her that momma loves her, and is just trying to help her get cleaner.

"Why you? Because I love you, and I want you to be clean!" I always tell her that someday she'll understand and be glad that mom helped her have clean hair. :)

The thought then struck me that many of us are often tempted with thoughts of "why me?" when things happen that are difficult for us. If only we would stop and truly listen, I think we might hear our own loving Father consoling us, telling us that He is just helping us become a "cleaner," better person, and that someday, we will look back and be grateful for the proverbial hairwashing that helped us to become a little cleaner, and a little brighter ourselves.

"Why you? Because I love you, and I want you to be clean!"

Tuesday, April 15, 2008

Step onto the stage

"You and I face an historic opportunity. Rather than choosing to live in a lowest common denominator world, to raise our children in a culture inexorably circling the drain, we can decide to change that world. As overwhelming as that choice may seem, the truth is, we don't really have a choice. The scriptures make clear that we have been created to act, not to be acted upon! Prophets ancient and modern have decreed that good will ultimately triumph over evil. The morning will break. The shadows will flee. But this will not happen until we more effectively follow the Savior's command to let our light shine, that it might give light to all within the house.

"The prophet Isaiah foresaw the day when we will, in fact, succeed in replacing popular culture with a millenial culture. In that day, 'They shall not hurt nor destroy in all my holy mountain: for the earth shall be full of the knowledge of the Lord, as the waters cover the sea.' (Isa. 11:9) ...

"Either we envision that day, or we envision our inevitable doom. No longer can we sit in the safety of the sidelines, and hurl epithets at a popular culture we have failed to replace or change! No longer can we decry all the world has to offer without stepping onto the stage and providing a viable alternative. "As well might a man stretch forth his puny arm to turn the Missouri River out of its decreed course" as might we expect to supplant popular culture with the mere absence of culture! ...

"Those who suggest that the cost of buying a place on the world stage is too high have not stopped to consider the cost of the alternative. Their cowardice is outstripped only by their foolishness. 'There is enough and to spare. These should then be attended to with great earnestness, for there is much with lieth in futurity which depends upon these things.'"

- Mitch Davis, Independent Film Maker
"The Temples of Popular Culture"

To all ants: "Move along, nothing to see here!"

This morning I wondered where all the girls were all of a sudden. I could hear them giggling in the kitchen. I went in to see a large cookie sheet on the floor, and the girls each had a spoon in hand. There was about 1/2 of a bag of powdered sugar on the cookie sheet and surrounding floor (not to mention girls). In addition, pieces of bread were torn up and mixed into the powdered sugar. It was a horrible mess...and of course the blood pressure started to raise a bit. :) But I took a deep breath and tried to smile as I asked, "What are you doing?"

"Making cookies!!" they shouted, beaming faces covered in sticky white powder. My heart softened and I remembered that they're only going to be kids once. :) Might as well be a good time. :)

But did I mention that they were all naked?

Any time we get a bit of dirt or water on us, the clothes must come off! (Thank goodness we grow out of that eventually.) So I walked a little closer to start trying to clean up, and my socks got soaked instantly.

"What's so wet on the floor?"

"She peed!" They pointed at the culprit...the one who had taken off her diaper. (Like she does every 5 minutes.)

OKAY. Time to clean up. So I told them they made lovely cookies, but it was time to wash ourselves off, and asked them to get up and walk to the bathroom. One little girl got up, started to walk with powdery feet across the floor, hit the pee puddle, and fell right back down in it. She laughed hard and said, "Oooo, slippery pee!"

By then we're all laughing, and as dad tries to clean the girls, mom tries to clean the floor. I've mopped it not once, not twice, but THRICE now. Who knew that powdered sugar mixed with bread, pee, and Mr. Clean would make such an incredibly sticky film? So I'm off to mop again.

After I mop the dining room, that is...I give another child prune juice daily, and all moms can I'm sure understand exactly why :), and she spilled it while I was mopping the kitchen for the second time. So now we have sticky brown floor in here that I've tried to get up twice now.

I'm just praying the ants don't find us.

Monday, April 14, 2008

Tagged a few times :)

So I've been "tagged" a few times by several friends this week...I'm horrible at sitting down and trying to finish them :) So I figured I'd pick a few questions at random from several different emails/posts and try to at least answer a few questions about me :)

favorite season - Fall....ahhhhhhhh :) The restful season. My entire dining room is decorated with framed fall leaves. One place I can have autumn year-round.

last person I talked to - Child #2, asking her to please kindly stay in her bed tonight and let her sisters go to sleep. :) (And to wait until after they were asleep to sing Primary songs at the top of her lungs. Some people sing in the shower...this girl sings in bed. And she knows no level other than forte.)

greatest accomplishment- My eternal marriage and my children...also eternal!

favorite musician - Glenn Miller. Amazing music, drive, motivation, and actual morals. Plus, I graduated from the same high school he did. :)

Okay, now the baby is crying... but hey, I got a few!! :)

A dream come true

I don't even know what to type, I'm so excited!

Today a dream I've had for years has come true and I just feel so happy. My DVDs made it on to Amazon.com, and the feeling is incredible! It has made me realize a few things.

First, don't be afraid to actually dream of something! All of us dream of doing something, of changing something, of progressing somehow. It usually feels too hard. I have practiced yoga for years and have seen the need for a product for women...real women who didn't bend in half at a whim and who didn't have a two-hour block of time each day to devote to exercise. I wanted to do videos for years and it seemed just silly at first. Who was I to do a video? I'm just a "home-grown" woman, not a person who does yoga videos. :) But my sweet husband encouraged every dream and helped me. He pointed out, in essence, who was I not to?

Which leads to number two. NEVER underestimate what a couple can accomplish together if they love each other, believe in each other, and encourage each other. My husband has encouraged me in love through every setback and through each minute inch of progress. He has been constantly kind. Not once has he made fun of me or told me he didn't think I could do it. He has done everything possible in his power to make my dreams become reality. And he didn't just say that he believed in me to make me feel better. :) He embraced me with hope and all the help and action he could devote to helping me. Love can make anything happen...and I don't care how cheesy that sounds. :) I'm living proof!

I love my husband with all my heart and soul! I am so grateful to my Father in Heaven for blessing me with a husband who would love me and help me to turn dreams into reality.

Thank you, Matt!

Sunday, April 13, 2008

I love my husband :)


My husband is pretty sweet, and very cute.

We once had a lovely monitor. It was very dear to his heart. Unfortunately, about a year ago, it went the way of all the earth.

Then came the time of needing to be very thrifty. We used an old monitor from work. And that worked fine. :)

Then it, too, gasped it's last shuddering breath. And then breathed again. And then died for real.

No more monitors at work. We had to buy one. (Oh, he was SO sad.) :)

By working a few little computer jobs, he was able to soften the ground with me... I finally let him buy the monitor of his dreams (although...don't tell him this, but I had planned to let him get it anyway).

IT CAME. I don't know if I've seen him "giddy" too often. But this was a pretty giddy day. :) In his own words, it was the happiest day of his life! (We've had a wedding day and four kids, but I do understand that some things just don't compare to any other earthly joy.) I think the correct way to describe his feelings would be "geeked."

So here's a picture of the lovely new addition (please note the little handprint that is already on it):


I love Matt! :)

And the best part of the giddy geeky day was this:

The first thing that he brought up on the brand new marvelous monitor was one of my yoga videos. He said, "Let's watch it in all it's widescreen glory!"

Real love is being so happy to make someone else happy...to do something for them because you want them to be happy! It may be simple, but the fact that he pulled up something of mine as his very first look at a brand new thing that he was really excited about showed me his love. Love doesn't have to be a big grand show. It's the simple, constant ways he shows me that he is happy to make me happy. :)

Saturday, April 12, 2008

The storm stops at the door

"Our homes are to be more than sanctuaries; they should also be places where God’s Spirit can dwell, where the storm stops at the door, where love reigns and peace dwells." -Thomas S. Monson, President of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints

That's my goal.

The "e-mail man"

So this is how I know my children are growing up in a different world than I did...

The "e-mail man."
- Every day when the mailman delivers mail, my girls see him out the window and say, "There's the email man!! He left us some email!"

.com
- How they say their names. When someone asks them what their name is, often my two oldest girls will say, "I'm Betty Sue.com!" (name changed) :) They often call me Mommy.com!!

Typing
- Yesterday, my 4-year-old sat down at the computer for some much-desired computer time...she'd worked hard on school things so she'd earned a few minutes to play. She clicked on a game she hadn't played before, and Mickey Mouse prompted her to type in her name. My ears perked up and I looked over just in time to see my 4-year-0ld type her name in correctly all by herself! I was floored.

Yeah.

So I think Mommy.com will probably be taking computer class from her 4-year-old by next year. :)

Friday, April 11, 2008

I'm going to miss this

It was quite a night. A night any mom would understand!

I had waited up for my husband to get home...he works late. We love to talk, so we talked until about 4:00 am and realized it was definitely time for bed!! Of course, that's when one little one wakes up. I rocked her until 6:30 when the baby woke up and needed me to nurse her. The other one still wasn't asleep, I still hadn't slept, and I had a dr. appointment at 10:00 this morning.

Needless to say, the long night had just begun. :) After trying many different things to get everyone comfortable and happy, I finally lied down on the couch in exhaustion. I nursed the baby until she fell asleep, and the other daughter cried and fussed because she was covered in hives (new soap, long story).

Finally, she laid down on my feet and fell asleep. My feet ached and my legs started to cramp from the heavy toddler laying on my feet, but I wasn't moving after trying to get her to sleep all night!

Before I finally fell asleep for the much needed hour of sleep I got :), I realized that though these nights are exhausting, I am going to miss it so soon. Things are going so fast and my babies are growing so quickly. Soon I will wish that my girls were small enough that they would need their momma to rock them to sleep. Soon I will not hear their cries for me at night, and I will miss it dearly.

I cannot have any more children, and that breaks my heart more than anything... but I am grateful for the realization that each moment is a gift! I hope I can always remember that each moment with my children is a precious gift from God.

It's time...

I guess it's time to start. :) I've felt more and more impressed lately to start a way that I can easily put my thoughts down, and I guess this is a pretty convenient way! Life is crazy all the time, but the joy of life truly comes in the shining moments that come to us...they make life glad and bearable! It's time to start writing them down more often. Sharing our lives helps us become edified together. In the words of Neal A. Maxwell, "'Remember how merciful the Lord hath been.' He certainly has been to me!"

I guess I'll start by talking a little bit about myself. I am living the life I always dreamed of...being a stay-at-home mom in a very happy marriage and a very happy family. I have found my joy through God and I feel with all my heart that He loves us deeply and helps us constantly, especially when we seek Him. I believe that writing down our blessings helps us to remember when things get tough. :)

I have four beautiful daughters, and a husband to beat all husbands. :) I belong to the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints. I am a yoga certified instructor with my own line of DVDs. Life has definitely not been easy, but it has been rich with blessings.