After I put Emmie to bed the other night I hear her shuffling around, but don't pay it much mind because, as you saw from previous the previous dog post, she like's books (and dogs). So I go about my business. A few minutes later I hear her say "Mommy" and this is how it went:
I peek my head in and find Emmie sitting up in bed with her blanket over her lap and my nursing book opened wide (fortunately it was the one that doesn't have many photos!). I startled her and realize that she wasn't calling me but simply acknowledging the mommy in the book.
Emmie is either 5 or 6 months in this picture...my little baldy...
at the last second Emmie bounced right in front of Matt's face - ha! I thought I should put this picture in as proof that I was there...
It was cold and raining...there was snow on the top of the Superstition mountains and early in the morning My parents, Matt, and I drove to the Mesa Temple. I knew that I was about to make some of the most important promises that one can make on Earth. I remember feeling warm and at peace. As I entered the Lobby, recommend in one hand, and Matt's hand in the other. I knew there was no other place in the world I would have rather been. March 11th is always a tender day, a day not shared with wedding memories, but one that I keep for me.
Order is one of the needs of life which, when it is satisfied, produces a real happiness
