I was looking back on all my past posts and can't believe how much time has flown by. These little people seriously grow my the second. I have been super emotional this past week after finding out the news of what happened to the Powell boys this last Sunday. I have been reeling inside. Feeling all sorts of feelings that scared me. I couldn't get it out of my mind all week. I think that sometimes, the day to day life with the kids has made things feel so routine. This past week, I can honestly say- I haven't felt this way. I would get excited to hear the kids awake from their slumber, bounce into their rooms, open their curtains wide to let the sun shine in on their tired little faces, and just be filled with excitment to see them. Although, I am sure that they thought I was nuts, I have really started to appreciate these moments with the kids. I found myself getting down to see Johnny's face when he would try to tell me something, hold his hand at all times possible, ask him for help on daily taskes, held Char just a little bit longer, slowed down the diaper changes and clothing changes...... I feel like I really held onto these memories. I found myself crying at night because I couldn't and can't imagine what my life would be like with out them in it. I prayed intently that I would have more patience with them and let go of the small things. I LOVE LOVE LOVE my Johnny and Char. So much, in fact that it hurts a little too. I feel like my sensitivity to them has been hightened and it makes me feel really happy inside.
I am not totally sure why this has been brought on at this very moment. Maybe Heavenly Father knew I needed it, maybe seeing images of that burned home with two small boys inside, or maybe I just let go of my insecurties. This has always been a major issue of mine and if you truly know me well, they can be seen very clearly. I let my insecurities of who I am get in the way of how I love my kids- mind you, there are other factors of course, but I think it all comes from with in me. How I feel about myself as a mom, a wife, a friend, a person. What I guess I am really trying to say is that I feel like a burden has been lifted from me. Like I can really grab hold onto these moments and make them last. It's a little weird writting this today because today was not one of my good days. I was impatient and awnry. One day at a time. I have to have the bad days to know the good ones.
What I am loving about these kiddos of mine:
Char talks NON STOP. Seriously. My little chatter box.
The way Char laughs. It's deep and all in her throat. You wouldn't expect that sound to come out
of someone so small.
The brightness in Johnny's eyes as I sing to him primary songs before bed.
How much more Johnny is communicating with me.
That they both adore books and being read to.
That storytime was finally a success! Both sat and listened the whole time. BIG DEAL.
How Johnny always wants to hold my hand in public places and demands it.
How Char wants everything Johnny has, no matter what.
That when Johnny wants something, he will repeat it over and over and over until you respond and act.
That Johnny is so friendly to others. A friend came to the door the other day and Johnny walked right over and hugged her leg. He is always so loving and affectionate.
How defiant and stubborn my Char is. I love it and dislike it.
That they are mine. That I can hold them whenever I want. I could march right upstairs, right now, and pick them up and hold them, kiss the, squeeze them. That Johnny is like me when I was little. That Char is a cookie cutter of her daddy. That I get to spend day in and day out with them and all their craziness.
A dear friend of mine had something happen to her husband recently that made her realize how important life is. She said something I will never forget and always try to remember: That FAMILY comes first, nothing else.
I am going to strive on that concept. That no matter what is going on with me or my insecurties, my family comes first. The rest will follow.







