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My baby is 7. I'm not ok with that.
Dear Children, you all came home from school soaking wet two days in a row. That's cool. I just can't justify driving you down the street. Dear Brain, I swear I have to look at the calendar 20 times a day or I forget about the never ending appointments and activities. It's been a busy week. Dear Hazel, you had a great Birthday. You had everyone all dressed up wearing crowns for your princess party. You were so excited to be turning 7. And I finally gave you the gifts that you ask for every year. You screamed with happiness and are in heaven playing with your special toys. You make giving gifts so fun because you are so excited and grateful. Dear Awkward, that time when I did pretty much nothing at PT and ended up passing out and they called Will at work. Yeah I'm going to have to suck it up to make myself go back now. Life can never be boring. Dear Halloween, I finally put up some decorations. I thought I was going to get out of dressing up this year until the ward changed the trunk or treat to a Wednesday. Really? It finally falls on Friday and now we have to dress up twice? I'm working up slowly back into being festive. Dear Procrastination, we have a trip coming up. The kind were you have to plan ahead. Find babysitters, make arrangements for all the things that need to happen. I'm running out of time and pretty much have nothing in place. I need a nanny! Dear Bishop, I feel grateful that you think of our family and that you are supportive and encouraging. We can't get away with too much when you live across the street. Dear Fair, the kids have been talking about you for months now. You drain my bank account and my energy. There's been a lot of talk about pigs? I hope that I don't lose any of the kids as I brave it alone. Dear Will, I love the person that you are. I enjoy when we can just sit and talk and enjoy each others company. And how is it that you have to work and get out of going to the fair with all of the kids two years in a row. I hate fair rides. Dear Self, I don't think I could make it through this life without knowing the Lord loves me. So many times that is all I have to fall back on. I know He cares about my family and I know He wants us to be happy. When I think about how I gained my testimony I realize how we need each trial to push and pull at us to get us were the Lord wants us to be. And when it feels like you can't take anymore I am so glad that I know my Savior will always be there. To Him I will always be important and He will always listen. The blessings just as much as the trials remind me of what is important in this life. And I'm grateful. Life is hard. But we can always be grateful.
