This man of mine

One thing that I love about my husband is his ability to turn any conversation into a gospel related one. This morning we were talking about breast milk and formula. Because that's what new parents do right? Mid conversation he looks at me and says, "formula is like every other religion. You can feed an infant formula, and he/she will be satisfied. But once you feed them breast milk (aka: Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints) they can never go back and just formula will not satisfy them!"

How I love this man.

Day of rest

I've noticed myself saying this lately.

"They say Sunday is a day of rest but it's probably the day that I am the busiest."

Today during Relief Society I realized that I had it all the wrong way. Sunday being a day of rest is a day of worldly rest. Not a day of physical rest. It is a day for us to learn and focus solely on the Lord. I tend to catch myself complaining that I don't get enough rest on Sunday with meetings and everything else that comes with callings. Instead I should be grateful that Heavenly Father has given me this day, and given me these calling to better myself and to have opportunities to serve others which in turn serves our Heavenly Father. Sunday is a day for spiritual uplifting. My idea of Sunday being a day of rest has changed and I have a new desire to be put to work. To further on the work of the Lord. To fill my Sundays with service, scripture reading, putting my all into my callings, and much more.

Lesson Learned

Today, I learned a valuable lesson. One that I hope all of you might benefit from. Most of you probably already know this and might think..."duh!" Well for some reason I like to learn things the hard way. Before I get to the "lesson learned" part, let me tell you a quick intro. So a couple of weeks ago I was home in PG, staying the night for something. Anyway, I had to leave early in the morning and it had snowed a lot. I thought it might be easier to pull my car into the driveway so I could quickly put my stuff inside. Well when I got back, I got a pretty stern talk from my father about what a dumb thing I had just done. I was so confused. Well driving my car across the fresh snow on the driveway was the dumb thing I did. Apparently I haven't had the experience of trying to shovel off that compacted snow. My brother just shook his head at me like "wow you are a retard! Everyone knows that!"

Well I decided that I would shovel my grandparents driveway tonight. They obviously can't shovel that huge thing. When I say huge I mean really, really loooonngggg! It was a pain in the butt, back, and neck. It was just me, out there all by myself, with the smallest snow shovel I have ever seen. However, I did get a great workout from it though. While shoveling, I realized what my dad and brother were talking about. Multiple cars had driven on the fresh snow and compacted it pretty good. It sucked. Mucho. I would rather wash a million dishes and do a ton of laundry then do that again. When I finally got to the end of the driveway, I walked up to find already another inch had fallen and made my hard efforts look like pretty much nothing. Exhausted, I put the shovel away and just layed in the middle of the driveway like a slug and watched the snow fall onto the ground as I cursed it.

Watching the snow fall was memorizing. So beautiful. I finally got cold enough and went inside.

Lesson: shovel the driveway before you drive on it. If you have time. Which I will make time for.