Why couldn’t I embrace that kind of beauty, just like her?
Aaron called me this morning with the bad news that he had to replace the battery in our brand new car. He wanted to tell me so I would be aware of the money that would be coming out of our bank account but instead of thanking him for taking the time out of his day to get it fixed, I did what any loving and thankful wife would do: I got mad and hung up. And now after sitting on it for a while, I am feeling extremely guilty. Guilty that the blur of life and all its responsibilities makes it difficult for me to see the good in my spouse. And since I love my husband, I sat down and wrote in my journal the reasons why I adore and appreciate him. The list is unending, but simply thinking about Aaron made me miss him so, of course, I pulled out his journal just to get a breath of fresh air. However, I wasn’t prepared for what it told me. It told me that Aaron is a wonderful poet. Poetry By Aaron Bennett People who write poetry are a little strange Maybe even a little deranged You have
Have you ever taken a shower so hot that it sets off the smoke detector? I have, several times! And it happened again this morning. Hot showers are one of my everyday essentials because it relaxes me in an instant. BOOM. Problems, be gone. I’m talking about problems like the thousands of dirt particles that lodge their sneaky little selves under my skin and embed there throughout the day that result in many terrible, terrible things: acne, blackheads, and whiteheads. Luckily, the steam from my shower water gives all the gunk that I collected throughout the day the chance to wash away. Although life’s “real” problems still await me after my hot shower, I enjoy taking 10 minutes out of my busy schedule to stand under a nice, soothing stream of tepid water. Sound good? Of course it does. And not just because of my use of positive adjectives either! A hot shower is an idyllic beginning to a wonderful day; a day where we “devote ourselves to the pursuit of holiness and happiness” and give all we can to God. President Dieter F. Uchtdorf, the second counselor in the First Presidency of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints,
Good morning, my friends. I am laying across my bed, flat on my stomach, slurping my kid-carton of Apple Juice watching my training courses from Start a Mom Blog wondering, “How in the heck am I going to keep doing this?” By this, I mean blogging. It’s my dream but following our dreams is overwhelming, isn’t it? There’s so much learning to be done, patience to endure, mistakes to be made, and successes to celebrate. The first mistake I have made right off the bat is doubting myself. I’ve been believing that I’m not good enough and I have nothing interesting to say. But oh, Satan. Nice try, Bucko. He is so eerily fond of watching us doubt ourselves, especially in the following areas: abilities decisions hearing answers to our prayers intelligence talents choices parenting skills thoughts intentions worth etcetera however… if we doubt not God and His ability to help us, to make us equal to our tasks, we can believe in ourselves. Just as I was about to pick up the phone to call Aaron and cry about how lousy I felt, my ears were drawn to what my blogging course instructor had to say: “People don’t follow blogs, they follow people!”
My mom keeps an entire cupboard in her kitchen stashed with the tastiest treats and candies. I love that about her. My friends growing up loved it, as did the young men who stopped over on fast Sundays to collect our offerings, and now my husband reaps the benefits because I’ve adapted the same quirk. Inside her candy cupboard you’ll find happy childhood memories, tons of blissful smiles, and a teenage girl who used chocolate to cope with high school boy problems. As you’ve previously read (most likely), the hubs is currently on a month long business trip so lucky me I’m able to unwind from a busy day of writing and caring for children with my Kindle and a big box of Milk Duds. But the other day I had a day-date with Target and of course I purchased the Valentine’s edition of Dove’s milk chocolate. Those elegant foil wrappers totally give us something to talk about. I think the people at Dove think they’re really cute. I mean, they provide silly sayings on decorative foil but sometimes they’re actually deep and meaningful. You may agree or think they are flat out dorky, and that’s okay, but I’ve always been