My heart is full.
It was a wonderful, busy, weekend. We have extra children with us this weekend so our house was a beehive buzzing with activity all weekend long.
Friday night was brisk and rainy as we took a little jaunt to our ward campout to join our ward family for some chili and good conversation by the fire. Then we cheated and snuck back home to sleep in our toasty warm beds. That is what has become of us since we became city folk, we are a little wimpy when it comes to sleeping out in the dessert.
Saturday morning arrived all to soon. My little guy Corm had Lacrosse game. He scored 2 goals, it was sunny, cool and so fun to watch.
We had date night, it went a little awry. We improvised and came home and watched a movie upstairs without the company of the kids. That was nice.
Sunday came. I found myself sitting in church with 9 children. NINE! They were so cute, and so quiet, for a moment I wished they were all mine. But just for one moment. I was all to happy to accommodate the little boy sitting next to me who asked me to take him to the potty.[he is only 3] My heart melted. He knows he has me wrapped around his little finger.
My favorite part of the weekend though was when a phone call came, just after dinner. I was able to talk for over an hour to someone who can out talk me on the phone. I haven't talked to her in a long time. Too long, I am afraid to admit. I was glad she called, she is one of my favorite people in the whole wide world. It was nice, comforting and went by way to fast. It is good that I get to see her in 2 weeks.
I love you Lor, thanks for calling.