My LIfe.

My Life.

It is 7:53 pm on Wednesday night, Ruby is in the bathtub. Nic is doing home teaching reports in the office. I am sitting on my bed looking at a book that I need to read for school. The dishwasher is running, the floors are swept, and the night is drawing to an end. My belly is getting to big to rest my laptop on my lap. It’s like the screen is too far away. My eyes are tired, and I think they’re getting worst. Because I can’t tell the number 6 from the number 8 when I work.

I am tired, my feet are a little swollen and my heart is very full. The past three weeks have been insane. Busiest three weeks of my life. But I’m actually swimming and not sinking. I don’t know how I worked full-time. I would never be able to do that again. Not after having the experience of being a stay-at-home mom. Being away from Ruby for four or five hours a day Monday through Thursday has been hard. But it’s also been great. I can see how she is growing, and I have really appreciated my time with her more because of it.

It’s hard to believe that in just seven weeks I will have a baby laying right beside me. (If I can steal him from his Dad’s hands). Nic is the ultimate baby daddy. He loves the little tiny babies. He wakes up with them, feeds them, changes them, and just can snuggle all night and day with them. I am worried that this boy might not even recognize my face because his dad is SO excited to have him.

I just feel so lucky to be where I am. I am the mother of almost two beautiful children, who are healthy and love me. I am the wife to the most selfless and loyal person I’ve ever known. We have two reliable cars. We have families who love us, amidst trials and tribulations that they face.  We have good jobs that we love, and a promising future. We have a home that is small and crowded (and a storage unit in my parents basement) but it’s a Holy Place that I find refuge in. We have friends and a ward who serves and loves us. We are lucky.

I am grateful for the Lord. And my testimony of His great plan. For temples and the chance we have to live in a valley where temples sit on every hill. For my sweet Ruby who sings, “I Love to See the Temple” every day, because we are so close and that reminder is so frequent.

I don’t know where the next year will lead us, but I am confident in the hand of the Lord that will guide us to where we need to be and help us to become who we are supposed to become.