Really Random Thoughts

My mom watched my kids so I could go to my ward's Relief Society meeting tonight. Brad Wilcox was the speaker and I loved what he taught us. He gave us some really good insights to ponder and to apply to our lives. It was a much needed break for me. I have been kind of grumpy for a couple days so I feel much better now.

I just signed off one of my kids' folders and realized school is 2/3 of the way over, done, finished.... can't wait for summer! Last summer was a bummer. This summer is going to be the exact opposite of bummer. Of course, I'm not in charge of life, but I'm excited to try to do the "normal" summer things instead of sitting in doctors offices half the time. I guess I should bite my tongue. Nate's jaw surgery is up in the air.  (His orthodontist says there's a possibility he won't need surgery.... yay! But we won't know for sure for a couple months.) And he's getting a second opinion on his eyes and their problems so we'll see what happens with that....  ugh! Forget I said anything. I am happy with life right now as it is. I feel a bit guilty and selfish wishing for complete "normalcy". At bedtime tonight Kaden was asking about marriage and temples. So I explained that we get married in the temple so we can be married for time and all eternity. That even when our spouse dies they are still our husband/wife, but those who don't get married in the temple after they die aren't married anymore and can't be with the person they love. (It's not like I've never taught my kids this stuff.  In one ear out the other, I guess. I didn't go into the work for the dead.... another day.) Kaden got teary and asked how things would be if Nate hadn't survived his motorcycle accident and if he'd still be his daddy....  my heart broke. I hate that my kids have to have thoughts like that. I know death is a part of this life. No one can escape it, but my babies shouldn't have to worry about their daddy not being around for them. I definitely have a better appreciation for each simple day, poopy diapers and all. :)

On a funnier note, Tye asked me to tell him stories about my childhood.  So I started telling him about kindergarten.  I told him my teacher's name was Mrs. Butler.  Then went on telling him about a playhouse that was in the kindergarten room and the huge blocks we could build with and climb on.  I told him about the two boys who would each kiss me on a cheek then run to the back of the line at recess.  (He giggled, but said he doesn't do stuff like that.)  Then he said in all seriousness, "So your teacher was Mrs. Butthead?"  I laughed and laughed.  I corrected him and we giggled some more.  I love my boys!