Daddy’s Working hard, Kids playing hard. It was fun… except for snuggled with an infant in a sleeping bag because it was sooo freezing, sleeping on an air mattress, trying to nurse in the middle of the night; that was so impossible it was hilarious. Honestly though, the trip was really fun.
Someone sent this to me via email. It expresses some feelings that have been swelling in my heart for a long time. I am glad someone has the words to put with them.
Pass the Biscuits
When I was a kid, my mom liked to make breakfast food for dinner every now and then. And I remember one night in particular when she had made breakfast after a long, hard day at work. On that evening so long ago, my mom placed a plate of eggs, sausage, and extremely burned biscuits in front of my dad. I remember waiting to see if anyone noticed! Yet all my dad did was reach for his Biscuit, smile at my mom and ask me how my day was at school.
I don't remember what I told him that night, but I do remember hearing my mom apologize to my dad for burning the biscuits. And I'll never forget what he said: "Honey, I love burned biscuits."
Later that night, I went to kiss Daddy good night and I asked him if he really liked his biscuits burned. He wrapped me in his arms and said, "Your momma put in a long hard day at work today and she's real tired. And besides... A burnt biscuit never hurt anyone!"
You know, life is full of imperfect things... And imperfect people. I'm not the best at hardly anything, and I forget birthdays and anniversaries just like everyone else. What I've learned over the years is that learning to accept each other’s faults and choosing to celebrate each other’s differences, is one of the most important keys to creating a healthy, growing, and lasting relationship.
So...please pass me a biscuit. And yes, the burned one will do just fine!
From the crazy woman that has nothing better to do then take pictures of her beautiful kids.
Dariya turned 7. We had a fun party with her friends once we got out of the rain and wind and to the church; thank goodness we found one that wasn’t reserved. Velika made her a beautiful cake for the family party.
I put up a poster in Dariya’s room of the Articles of Faith. She has a hard time going to sleep and I thought she could eventually memorize them. After a few days she comes down and recites the 4th article of faith. She amazes me.
Dishes everywhere, Clothes all over the couch, but i don’t care. My babies will only be babies for a short amount of time. Chores will get done later. I am enjoying every minute of this.
It was a glorious day for the Wright family. February 6th we blessed Peter.
Here are pictures from before when we made sure his tux fit right.
Helping Peter get dressed.
We are a happy family.
