Yesterday made me feel super blessed. I was able to find joy in so many little things that my children did. First it was Hyrum who found his sisters unfinished juice box and was drinking it like the world was going to end any second. Then it was when he climbed right into the toy bin to play. I found joy in watching Camilla play so gently with her baby brother. I giggled inside all day long as Camilla ran around in her undies. And I fell in love with Hyrums new version of peek-a-boo. These two fill my days with so much joy!
Near the end of the day I felt exhausted! As the chili simmered on the stove I lay on the living room floor in the apple apron my Gramma made for me. The sun was flowing through the big window and warmed my body. I looked at my children who were both playing together in front of the couch, their blond hair lit up by the sun shining through the window behind them, big smiles on their faces. We played and laughed and giggled as we ate pretend food together and waited for Daddy to come home. It was so great to be down at their level. My laughs came right from the bottom of my belly and it felt wonderful to laugh without holding anything back. I felt full of joy.


After dinner we walked up to the park as a family to play (and so Daddy could vote). When we got home we ate Jello together at the table. Mr. Stannix turned on one of Camilla's favorite songs to dance to. We both laughed really hard as she stood in her booster seat and started shaking her tush. The Jello that was on her spoon wiggled as much as she did and soon plopped back into the bowl unnoticed. Hyrum began dancing in his highchair and laughing. Time froze for a few seconds as I soaked that moment in. The kitchen was full of laughter. I saw my wonderful Mr. Stannix with a grin of pure joy on his face. My little girl who was wiggling as much as her Jello. And a smiley baby boy who was thoroughly enjoying the moment.
As Mr. Stannix and I lay awake in bed last night these memories played through my head and I knew I needed to write them down before I forgot. I told Mr. Stannix that I felt like the luckiest lady ever. My house downstairs looked like a tornado had dropped in to stay for a while, but the joy I felt was so worth it.
“Motherhood is not a hobby, it is a calling. You do not collect children because you find them cuter than stamps. It is not something to do if you can squeeze the time in. It is what God gave you time for.”