Friday, November 8, 2013

This Is The Good Life

I live the good life, the best life. I haven't showered today, I have clothes that smell like baby spitup, and a toy car in my sweatshirt pocket. Yes, this is the good life.

I have a four-year degree gracefully poised on my book shelf and I don't mind. Being a stay-at-home mom is the best job I could possibly want. I am so grateful my circumstances allow me to do this. My joy is overflowing as I get to see my boys learn, grow, and develop. These two make me feel like a million bucks, but the best part about it is they have no idea!

We came home from playgroup this morning, and both boys were bushed. My heart felt so much love for my boys as I held both of them and tucked them into bed. It's moments like these where the phrase, "this is the good life" comes into my mind. And it's true. While I am grateful for my degree (and will be encouraging my girls strongly to get theirs!) being a mom is incredibly fulfilling. I honestly can't imagine life without my two bears (our "love" name for them).

Holding the title of "MOM" is pretty extraordinary, and I'm so glad that's my name.

Sunday, November 3, 2013

Hymn of Praise

Since middle school I have loved singing in choirs. In particular, I love church choirs. It is often said that music is a quick way to invite the Spirit into any meeting. I agree that it's true, and particularly being the one to sing the music.

Tonight I went to my first choir practice on years- we're talking I don't even remember the last choir I was apart of. My how wonderful it was! I'm not a fabulous singer by any stretch of the imagination, but I love music and I love how it can express the feelings of my heart so perfectly. Richard and I agree, while church choirs are meant to enhance the spirit of a given meeting, the impact of the music is most deeply felt by those who have dedicated time to practicing and performing it.

I am so grateful music has always been an important part of my home. As a child, each family home evening night we would gather around the piano and sing some hymn. I can often remember us singing more than one because we all would have our own requests, and too just because it was fun to sing together. On occasion, my sister and I would lure my mom to the piano and we would sing as many songs as she or we had time for. At the time it was just normal, now I see how truly peculiar and special that was. My mom's talent for playing the piano has blessed my family with treasured memories, and has given, at least me, a deep gratitude for the spirit of music.

Tonight was a blessing to my soul. No matter my singing ability, I feel grateful to praise God through music. He is truly miraculous.