Recognizing "happy"

I'm doing a happy dance over here. Well, not really. But I am happy.

It started this morning when I received an email from my mom. My parents are so happy doing what they're doing. They are loving their mission. They are loving the people.

I was so touched when I read these words that my mom included this morning.

"My thoughts for our grandchildren are:
If you could hear what we hear, meet these wonderful children of God, and feel what we feel about the need to share our knowledge, love, and direction with others, you'd understand how we could leave you for 18 months. You have super parents who love you, support you, and teach you the gospel. You have two parents who love each other. You have the gospel in your family tree. These people need what we can give them, for they don't have what you do. We love you, and hope that not only will you understand, but you too will have the desire to be instruments in the Lord's hands. To all of our grandsons......our desire is so great (and we mention it in our prayers everyday) that you will all serve missions when you reach 19 years of age. We want you to prepare now, at whatever age you are. Study the scriptures, follow the prophet, save your money, and make right choices..You will then be able to teach what you know and what you have lived."

Look at the way my cousin is pulling his dad in after having returned from his two year LDS mission this week. The way that his fingers are fanned out say that he's happy.

I can't help but think that I may have a missionary myself in just two years. It's something that we've prayed for for years as well. We talk about the boys serving missions. They're preparing.

Part of my anxiety that I've dealt with for years was worrying about whether or not my boys would choose to serve missions. I've recently learned that I just need to give my children a foundation of the gospel that they may build their own testimonies upon. That's it. Heavenly Father has a plan. I need to have faith in His plan. I'm a different person because of that knowledge. Now I can live happily and not worry or be fearful.

That's really personal. But...if I'm going to keep it real here, then I might as well share what I've learned to possibly help someone else out. We're in this together. :)

On a fun note...

I'm going to a city. he he

I got to tuck this little girl in bed. (yes, she's actually asleep)

I had my own photo shoot.

Yip, just me, my camera, my front entry way, and a kid that's passing by to push the button. It's kind of fun being silly. Plus it makes me happy.

"Years may wrinkle the skin, but the lack of enthusiasm will wrinkle the soul." --Anonymous

Here's a little something that will make you happy.

You don't have to clean this room. (I couldn't TRY to replicate the messes these girls make at nap and bedtime!!)