Friday, I also go to go to my mission reunion. March 30th marked 6 years since I've been home from LA. My mission honestly seems like it was a dream, a great dream. But sometimes I have to remind myself that I really left my family, and lived the crazy missionary life in the crazy city of LA for 18 months. I had gone to one mission reunion before when I first got home. IT was hosted by my first mission president, President Blackburn and his wife. This one was hosted by President Baker and his wife. Great to see them. Iw as also able to see a few of the sister who I served with...Sisters Brinkerhoff, Ashby, Schumacher and Tittle...now all known as Bailee, Marilee Gaby and Elisa! Fun to catch up for a minute. The experiences I'd experienced with a few of those sisters brought us together as old friends who hadn't missed a beat. What a privilege it was to serve with so many remarkable women in faith. I had a minute to talk with President Baker and he said a few things that I needed to hear, mainly he told me that it was impressive for him to arrive in the mission and see the older sisters who were serving and they knew why they were there, and they were focused. I did know why I was serving, I knew who I was serving and I was focused. I cried when I came home harder than the day I left for the mission field. I needed to hear that because I don't think I can say the same about myself now. I sometimes feel as if my life is together as a plate of scrambled eggs. I'm everywhere. Right now, I'm serving a different kind of mission, I often forget why I'm here and what I should be doing, I try, really, I do. But I often feel as if I come up so short. In my nightly prayers, I pray that Heavenly Father will bless me to be a kind, patient and encouraging wife and mother, daughter, sister, friend....etc Grateful for new days.
General Conference was this weekend as well! I remember the days of getting to just sit and be a complete sponge and soak up every word that was being spoken, those days are long gone. It was fun though as our leaders stood up to talk Camden would periodically point to the TV, and say "Mom, prophet!" in a very proud voice. As the prophet spoke Camden again, pointed out, "mom, Prophet!" the continued to complain the whole time the prophet was speaking that Aiden was hurting him and I need to use my magical kisses to make them all better. Love that I have magical kisses, hate the I didn't get to listen our dear prophet as intently as I would have liked to. The over all message I got from the past two days was....we live in an amazing time, we are so incredibly rich in blessings, but one thing that is the same, is that faith, prayer and studying of God's words are a sure problem fixer. No matter how unique our problems are, those basic church answers are what we need to fix them and to help answer our prayers.
Sunday, Aiden hit his two month mark. He's growing & developing so quickly. Honestly much quicker than Camden did. Aiden is frequently smiling, and holding his head up like a champ. He doesn't love being swaddled or sleeping on your chest. He eats every three hours, even through the night. Which hopefully, soon we'll be able to wean him off of. I cannot wait for the day when I get to sleep longer than 3 hours at a time!!!!!
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