I thought the days of this blog were gone. Like no mas. And then, tonight I find myself foing through old blog entries, and loving how I documented our life happenings. Not big things, just random occurrences in our lives. And I was so happy. I keep a paper scrapbook for our family, and one for each of my children. However, I do not document as much information as I usualy do here!
So I guess the blog must continue!
Where to start? It is April 3rd, 2014. Camilla is now in First Grade and she is thriving in school. Nothing stops her. She is so full of life, so active. She started piano lessons yesterday, and is now adding piano practice to her daily routine. She does it by her own choice. I do not even have to remind her to practice! She drives me insane at times ("Slow down kiddo!), yet I would not change anything about her. Well, maybe she could be a bit less bossy. But let's face it. She gets that from me :)
Logan is almost 4 years old. My sweet boy is such a momma's boy. And I will confess, I LOVE it. He makes me smile, and laugh, and sometimes get mad. But his sweet voice and smile brings me such happiness. He gives the best hugs, and when he holds my hand, I wish he would never let go. I wish he could stay this little forever. Yet I can see how everyday he is growing. He understands more; he asks more questions. He still follows Camilla anywhere she goes, and when those two play together, I feel so happy. Logan is still a very mellow boy, who sometimes gives us attitude. But his tantrums are nothing compared to Sabrina's :)
Sabrina will turn 20 months old this month. She is my mini Camilla. I LOVE it. Yes, the days are long, and full of mood swing. Yes, there is noise at all times, usually from her crying. Yes, she is a pill most of the day. But she is also adorable. And her kisses, oh her kisses are the yummiest. And her scent, her smell... I would pay a whole lot of money to store it somewhere. I find myself sniffing her several times throughout the day. She is my baby, yet she is growing up. And my heart aches, and my mind races, and I worry. I worry about her in this crazy world. I pray she will do well, and be happy.
I turned 29 years old in January. I feel old at times, yet I know I am not. I feel I am living the best years of my life. I am not a newlywed, or a first time parent. I am the mother to three wonderful children, with almost 10 years of marriage under my belt. I love my life. I love washing dishes and cooking dinner for my loved ones. I love playing hopscotch with my children, and painting art. I love reading to them, and just being silly with them. I attempt to find joy in the little things, for I know the big things might not happen as often. I have a close group of good friends, who are willing to help me in any way they can. I am so blessed.
Hunter started a new work schedule this week. He now gets home at 3.45 p.m. or so everyday (no more Fridays off). It has been enjoyable to be able to send the children outside to play with their Dad, while I cook some dinner. So I think I will enjoy this new schedule. He is a good man, who is out doing visits with his first counselor at the moment. I love his love for the gospel. and I love him, warts and all. I think we do very well together. Did I mention he just ordered a photobook from shutterfly as a gift to me for our 10th wedding anniversary? He sure did. he put it together all by himself, and ordered it. Yep, he is a keeper.
And to end in a good note, here are some pictures :) They were taken by my friend Liz Hopkins, one hours before the rain really came down!