“We are Daughters of our Heavenly Father”: A Testimony of The Young Women Theme

Hi friends, it’s been a while (like, a month & a half while)! I thought writing + my blog was on the top of my priority list, especially after quitting my day job but — HA! Yeah right. It’s not, but at least it’s still a once-in-a-while hobby. I think we need those, our own “once-in-a-while hobbies” to energize us and refocus us. Mine are running, getting a pedicure, writing in my journal (or, if I have a few hours, on my blog) and napping. We need these activities because life is full of surprises. Some are amazing, some are imperfect, but we find fulfillment from our crazy, chaotic lives in the Gospel of Jesus Christ. For the past 13 days, and the following 15, I am living out my husband’s gigantic worn-out missionary suitcase moving house to house as I tend children of various families while the parents go out of town for mini getaways or work-related trips. I refer to myself as “The Travelling Nanny” because it’s who I am, really! It’s a fun gig where I’m able to meet so many cute little kids, drive them to and from school and soccer practice in a snazzy

From a Father to a Daughter, These are the Lessons I’ve Learned About Real Love

I’ve spent many of my recent quiet moments reflecting on my father and my special relationship with him. Some of his lessons come from conversations, but most come from observing how he interacts with the world, and with me. From a father to his daughter, these are the lessons I’ve learned about real love. Real love was making me Minnie Mouse pancakes on Saturday mornings. Growing up, I’d often have cousins or friends sleep over on Friday nights. My dad would pitch up the tent in our backyard (or we’d camp out in the living room) and he’d stay up late with us teaching us about the constellations, telling us funny stories, and wake up early to prepare our favorite pancake breakfast.  He’d pour the batter by hand in the specific shape each kid wanted: monster trucks, letters, and soccer balls, but I loved my Minnie Mouse pancakes and I loved even more that my dad would make the time, and the mess, to cook them for me. Real love was sneaking a note in my lunch when he knew I had an important test at school, a dance performance, a late-night shift at work, or simply felt I needed a little extra

The Babysitters Club

here I am at the stove top making mac & cheese. Chicken nuggets are in the microwave for the other hungry three. My shirt is stained with baby drool, my hair? What a mess. Camryn loves playing dress-up & has now tried on her third princess dress. The toddler pooped his pants even after I took him to the potty. Can my day be over now? But the kids, really, they aren’t being naughty. The neighborhood is over making ruckus all through the house. Keeping track of all of them clearly is not the simplest – sometimes I feel it’d be easier with my spouse. “Underdoggie” is their favorite – we play for hours in the heat. Sand in their shoes and sweat on their sleeves, finally! we go inside. A glass of kool-aid, please? Nap time means reading stories. I love to cuddle them close. They come to me for comfort and I kiss away their tears. They proudly show their work to me, I give the loudest cheers! Austin practices his first grade math. I laugh when I help him, still using my fingers to see what number comes next. My “office” is a room full of brightly