Praying for Joy

I started my day today waking up in the wrong bed. All of the kids seem to have had a rough night and my body was feeling it. Joe was up more than he should have been and on one occasion I woke up feeling a lump sleeping at the end of our bed. It was Camilla and she soon joined me under the covers, nice and warm. In the early hours of the morning Joe woke up for the 1236th time. I gave up with the whole chair and crib thing and fell asleep nursing him in Camilla's bed. I love that bed. I woke up to the sound of Mr. Stannix finishing up his shower and Hyrum breathing in my ear. It took me a while to get going today and completely open my eyes.

For the past couple of days I have been praying for Joy and it has been answered ten times over. I can't even describe the feeling that I have. It could just be that it's the feeling that always surrounds the Christmas season, or the fact that my post pregnancy hormones may be shifting back to "normal", but I like to think that Heavenly Father is answering my prayers.

Because of this prayer I felt Joy instead of annoyance at my little boy who knocked over the wooden Nativity and used the kneeling Mary as a hockey stick for the day because of the shape. I love how that boy turns anything that potentially looks like a hockey stick into a hockey stick. He is going to love his Christmas present this year!

Because of this prayer I felt an overwhelming sense of Joy and love as I cradled my 8lbs 14oz Baby Joe in my arms, kissed his head and watched him sleep. He's gained some good weight over the last few weeks and I am so glad that my body is able to give him what he needs to grow.

Because of this prayer I felt Joy as I watched Camilla be a big sister and put her brother's socks on this morning before we left the house. She's like three going on five. I also loved seeing the big smile on her face as we left the Library this morning and she exclaimed, "This is the best day EVER!".

Because of this prayer I have been able to laugh and giggle more with my children as we go about our every day activities. I love talking with them and watching them explore the world around them.  I almost teared up today just watching Hyrum play quietly at my feet as I nursed Joseph. I love my kids.

And now as I finish typing, the smell of fresh cinnamon buns fills my home and I know the smell will shortly make it's way upstairs and wake my children. They have been peacefully sleeping as the big snowflakes gently fall to the ground outside their window. I am excited to share in their joy as we devour fresh cinnamon buns smothered in butter together. Nothing beats the cold of winter like yummy baking!