Mom's Letters: 4th child

Friday, March 11, 2011

4th child

This is what quietly happens when mommy is busy getting older kids out the door to school. As soon as I kissed them good-bye I turned to go feed her and found this. It made me kind-of sad because she is just so sweet. This is so Claire.

3 comments:

Ali said...: ooooh, so cute and sad and precious all at the same time. I can totally picture your crazy morning and then finding this. Is the picture on the top of your blog from Claire's blessing day?? I assume so - She looks adorable. Also, about the zoo. who's the lady the elephant is eating?! Come on!; March 11, 2011 at 4:29 PM
natalie said...: This is an adorable picture. So patient :) hope Hawaii is amazing!!!; March 16, 2011 at 8:15 AM
abofamily said...: I soo love watching you all grow! The family pic at the top reminded me of vintage Abo. We sat on the same couch for years and years and still manage a yearly photo. They're lined up on the wall - 40+ years! Enjoy! Love, Carol; March 19, 2011 at 1:48 PM

Mom's Favorite Quotes

I don't want to drive up to the pearly gates in a shiny sports car, wearing beautifully tailored clothes, my hair expertly coiffed, and with long, perfectly manicured fingernails. I want to drive up in a station wagon that has mud on the wheels from taking kids to scout camp. I want to be there with a smudge of peanut butter on my shirt from making sandwiches for a sick neighbors children. I want to be there with a little dirt under my fingernails from helping to weed someone's garden. I want to be there with children's sticky kisses on my cheeks and the tears of a friend on my shoulder. I want the Lord to know I was really here and that I really lived." — Marjorie Pay Hinckley

"The biggest mistake I made [as a parent] is the one that most of us make....I did not live in the moment enough. This is particularly clear now that the moment is gone, captured only in photographs. There is one picture of [my three children] sitting in the grass on a quilt in the shadow of the swing set on a summer day, ages six, four, and one. And I wish I could remember what we ate, and what we talked about, and how they sounded, and how they looked when they slept that night. I wish I had not been in such a hurry to get on to the next thing: dinner, bath, book, bed. I wish I had treasured the doing a little more and the getting it done a little less."

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Friday, March 11, 2011

4th child

3 comments: