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Wednesday, February 23, 2011

Remembering to be grateful

A lesson at church last week on service reminded me of an experience I had several years ago. It happened before I had started blogging, and I don't think I've ever recorded it elsewhere. The details are blurry, but I want to document it before I forget altogether.

When Logan was about 8 months old, he came down with something (can't remember exactly what) and I needed to take him to the doctor. My car was in the shop, but the doctor's office was just across the street so I figured I could walk. In theory, that should have been fine, but (a) it was the middle of winter and had started to snow that morning, and (b) the street I had to cross was a four-lane highway. Nevertheless, I bundled us up and started the short walk. Instead of cutting straight across the street, I headed up towards the nearest traffic light so I could use the crosswalk. As I got closer, however, I realized there was no crosswalk at that light. I began to panic a little bit, wondering how I was going to dart across the busy highway while holding my not-so-little baby without slipping on the fresh snow. I thought about turning back, but just then a car pulled over with an older couple in it. They asked where I was going and offered to take me there. Gratefully, I climbed into their back seat with Logan on my lap, and they safely delivered us to the doctor's office.

Had that been all, I would have had plenty of reason to be grateful for the kindness of strangers and the love of a watchful Heavenly Father, but it doesn't end there. A few weeks later I related this story in Relief Society (a church meeting), more as an example of my own stupidity and recklessness than anything else. After that meeting, one of my friends approached me and said that she had seen me walking on the sidewalk that day. Concerned, she turned around as soon as she could to come back and pick me up, but by the time she got there I was gone. I was touched by her thoughtfulness, and once again reminded that Heavenly Father knows our needs. A day or two later, I received a phone call from another friend who had heard my story in Relief Society. She asked when it was that I had been stranded in the snow, and when I told her, she related that she had felt that she needed to call me that day. I hung up with her and sat for several minutes, overwhelmed with gratitude.

I knew this was the hand of the Lord in my life, but I couldn't believe how many people He had sent to help me. Friends, neighbors, strangers... He made sure there were enough that I would not be left alone that day. That day I saw a tiny glimpse of the immeasurable love He has for each of us. He does not leave a job half done, and nothing goes unnoticed in His eyes.


Logan and I, January 2007

Thursday, February 10, 2011

And they just keep coming...

I honestly am not trying to make every post revolve around my pregnant self, but my being large with child seems to be the source of a lot of amusement for my family. I don't mind being the source of the joke, as long as I get to post it here and share it with all of you.

Savannah is always trying to get something or get out of something. She has mastered the art of manipulation, and she pretty much gets everything she wants because of it. So yesterday, when Jeff asked her to take some toys to her room, we shouldn't have been surprised when she put her hands on her hips and said,

"Ugh! I can't! They're too heavy and I have a baby in my tummy!" 

Then she stuck her stomach out and patted it with her hands, showing us the "baby" that was preventing her from carrying her toys. We stared at her in disbelief, amazed that she had stooped so low as to steal my line. Then we laughed for a good two minutes, at least, which only encouraged her to ham it up even more.

You know what the craziest part is? I can't remember for sure, but I don't think she ever did take those toys to her room.

And if that didn't make you smile, here's a picture Logan drew of me today. Notice the circle on my stomach. I'll give you one guess...

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I don't know what the goatee thing is on my chin. I promise I am not growing facial hair.

Tuesday, February 8, 2011

Lonely Logan

I've reached the point in my pregnancy where I am too uncomfortable and have too little energy to do much of anything, and some days I just give in. Today was one of those days. When Savannah fell asleep after lunch, I spread myself across the couch and prepared for a nap of my own. Logan, however, had other plans. Immediately he was in my face, asking if I could get the markers down, or if I would print a paper for him, or if he could play games on the computer, or if I would get him a snack, or.... you get the idea. Since getting up from the couch was exhausting just to think about, I told him I was tired and not feeling well and he would have to just find something to do that didn't need my help.

Then I fell asleep. An hour or so later, I woke up to some talking in the kitchen. I dragged myself up from the couch to find Logan playing Go Fish on the kitchen table with an invisible man. He had the invisible man's cards laid out across from him, and every so often, he would ask, "Invisible man, do you have any stars/moons/diamonds?" If I didn't know better, I would think he was trying to make me feel guilty for abandoning him with no one to play with but imaginary friends. But Logan, bless his tiny heart, thought it was a great game and was genuinely trying to entertained himself so I could rest.

Thanks, sweet boy.