Valentines

Today I made my kids bacon, scrambled eggs and fresh cut strawberries for breakfast, even with my bum foot. I also sent them to school with super cute homemade valentines and we watched Charlie Brown Valentine's twice. I sure love Brad, but since Brad doesn't believe in Valentine's Day, and I for one think it's a very worthy day to celebrate, this post is for the other loves in my life.

My friends. Since having this surgery, all of my friends have been there for me in a big way. I admire them. It's a challenge for me to serve selflessly and so I appreciate them all the more. I really think I have the best, funnest and most beautiful friends in the world. I don't feel like I deserve them. I always think Heavenly Father is making up for my friendless childhood and answering all of my desperate pleas for friends when I was little. They represent true womanhood to me.

My brothers and sisters. We grew up together, we're still growing up together. They are the people who I'm learning to be a goddess on. They are the ones who help me recognize my weaknesses, who forgive me and who I forgive, who make me look closer at myself. These relationships are the hardest for me to have, but the ones rooted deepest in my soul. I've never cried because I missed someone until my sister Rachel moved away. And nothing melts my heart like the moment I hug my brothers after not seeing them for a long time. I never feel more fulfilled than sitting in the living room talking after dinner at my Mom's, while my little brother Dallas plays for hours with my kids, and I feel proud to see how totally awesome we've all become! He he. Take that, mortality!

My In-Laws, they are my other family,and all I have to say is that I really, really, really LIKE them! Of course I love them, but I also like them! This is a huge treasure to me! We have so much fun together!!!

My Mom. After having her clean my house tirelessly and watch my kids for me for three whole heavenly, perfect days, while I was forced to sit and elevate my foot while having PMS no less, I think my Mom and I tend towards some of the same weaknesses. The only difference is that she has overcome pretty much all of them,  through her faith in Jesus Christ. Her faith in Jesus is also a lot of the reason for the (hehe) awesomeness of my brothers and sisters. It is for that reason I want to be exactly like my Mom someday. Truly, one cannot say enough good things about her, but it's her faith in God and her faith in the Savior that I truly cherish. When I picture my Mom, I picture her on her knees.  

My Kids. The other day I got up to go to bed and suddenly it hit me: I'm a Mom. I suddenly felt like the last 6 years were one big blur and now here I was. I looked at them sleeping in their bed and thought, who in their right mind trusted me and Brad to take care of these three little people? I think I gush enough about them on here, but I would say one of the best things about having kids is the funny moments. For example, the other day Breanna said "I'm cold, I'm going to go put on some pajamas." And Brad said "put on your warmest ones" she ran out of the room, and then quickly ran back as she asked:

"What does bestwans mean?"

We laughed all night, and from now on, pajamas will be known in our house as "bestwans"

Happy Valentine's Day!!

XO