Tonight I was particularly nostalgic as I cuddled my one year old son on the couch... two hours after bedtime, because I couldn't bear to put him to bed today. He was so cuddly and playful tonight, so I let him stay up and we just laid on the floor and played. I can't believe it's been a year since he was born. It makes me want to cry to think about how fast time is going by...oh, I'm turning into my mother. I thought I would share with you some of the best moments of today, a year ago. It was the scariest, hardest, most painful, intimidating thing I have ever done in my short little life, and it was the most beautiful moment as well.
Neil L. Anderson, of the quorumn of the Twelve Apostle of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints said "We hold in our arms the rising generation. They come to this earth with important responsibilities and great spiritual capacities." It has been my divine right this last year to hold such a child in my arms, to feel - on a daily basis - the love of my Heavenly Father, and the peaceful, happy Spirit that He can bring into our homes. I feel so blessed.
So this is where I was a year ago. I was fortunate enough to have my sister-in-law (a photographer) there to capture this beautiful time in my life. Here are some of the pictures she took.
Sunday, October 2, 2011
What do you get when you put two women together, give them 24 water bottles, a box of food coloring, and it's 2 in the morning?
This. You get this.24 water bottles with various shades of every color we could think of. Minus Black. Because we couldn't for the life of us figure out how to make it. Every time we put all the colors together, it made brown. Then we took a black sharpie apart and put the ink in one of the bottles, but it just turned purple. Then I decided to fill some mason jars with colored water and put it on my window sill in my kitchen.
Why? I don't know. It was 2 a.m.
But holy cow, we had a blast.