old picture. diggin the flash.
I've been thinking a lot lately about what makes me happy, grateful, hopeful. What makes ME me.
I laugh when Isabelle dances.
I am grateful that I was raised to see more good than bad.
I am blessed to have had 3 pregnancies, 3 births and 3 healthy kids.
I am fulfilled when I get to the end of the day and I've done my best - no matter the task, especially when it involves teaching my kids.
I am strengthened by my testimony that started with knowing Joseph Smith was a prophet.
I am proud that I started a book club - going on four months now.
I am comfortably ME in my pajamas late at night watching a movie and eating a bowl of cereal.
I love Mark who lets me be me and loves me the same.
I wish I could move like Beyonce.
I am glad it didn't take me too long to realize that a face covered in freckles and curvy hips are good things.
And, I am happy because of all of these things.