GratiTuesday

This week I turn 30. It's true. And something feels so fresh about this year, it's exciting. I feel that I'm finally shedding some of my outer layer. Letting go of that which does not serve me and distilling my daily acts to match my life's purpose. It's flippin' hard, but there are moments-- like right now-- after a crazy day of crying, grumpy children, tons of chores left undone and unwashed hair-- that I can see clearly. All that stuff, it's necessary to my path. I can't really understand another mother until I've survived several 3 year old tantrums by noon and had leftover breakfast oatmeal in my hair that gets fished out at dinner. I believe that every day I gain another small measure of gratitude for the life my own mother has lived. God bless her.

She has been there for us through our hardest trials. Financial struggles, having babies, moving, moving, and moving again. Losing babies and struggling to magnify my church callings. She's experienced all of that herself and is someone I know can really relate. Right now she lives in Idaho, and from what I hear, she's been having fun on the farm toys; harvesting the fields, bailing hay, mowing lawns and breathing that fresh, clean, Idaho air. I love you, Mom!