So what does one write about in a blog? I'm sure that's a question bloggers ask themselves every time they sit down. Or maybe their lives are so much more exciting than ours. It's not that my life is boring, by any means. Just busy with things that seem unworthy to write about, unworthy to remember. Yet, I know that down the road when my children are looking at me at eye-level, I will be alarmed by how fast the time has gone and wish I had just one day back-- one day that wasn't so busy. To sit on the grass and watch bugs, to read a book for the fifth time that day, to listen to Ethan sing the same verse of 'Baby Beluga' in the car over and over again...I'm sure that's what I will wish back.
Quote of the day: A couple of weeks ago, Dallin and I were talking about how beautiful the mountains were behind our house. He said, "You know, Heavenly Father really should live here because the mountains are so beautiful." I told him that Heavenly Father already knew that the mountains were beautiful because he is actually the one that made them. Dallin looked at me incredulously and asked, "Heavenly Father made those mountains with hot glue?"
