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Every morning I wake up with a head full of things to do. I scramble around trying to put them in lists of importance all while trying to keep the peace within my little brood (trying to recall everything I've learned and read about parenting at the same time.) I love being a wife and the quirks that come with having my man forever. I love to be creative and thrive on crossing off my to do list. I strive to find balance and put first things first which brings me PEACE & JOY and allows me to sleep so much easier when I do. I think that one of the secrets to being HAPPY in life is to find that balance. I'm learning how to be kinder to myself and learning patience in progress. Everyday, through the thick and thin of life I'm trying to turn my heart towards heaven and remember what's really important.Oh, and I love to eat, so much so that I love to exercise too.

11.18.2009

Little boys' hearts



My little boys' hearts
don't need nintendo ds's
they need bike rides at the State Patrol with their dad.

My little boys' hearts
don't need hours of TV,
they need to build model airplanes with their dad.

My little boys' hearts
should never hear their dad say bad things to their mom,
their dad doesn't.

My little boys' hearts
should never hear their dad swear, be dishonest, or be crude,
their daddy would never.

My little boys' hearts
needed some time with just dad,
so he took them on an overnight hike in the mountains.


My little boys' hearts
will be big boy hearts someday.

I pray
My little boys' hearts
will be like their daddy's heart.

I LOVE their daddy.
His heart.
His mind.
His strong arms.
He's a good man.

He built a model airplane with our ten year old boy.
I teared up as I watched them work together.
I thought about the feelings that were in my little boy's heart.
The time, the feelings, what it means to do something together.
Jeff is a man with a little boy heart.


November 21st 1998
Portland Temple
11 years
My little girl heart
married the right kind of man for everything I need.
And its made all the difference.



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5 comments:

  1. I think Jeff is lucky to have you too. Lucky to have someone who appreciates him and celebrates the love.

    It's funny that you said on my blog that you'd love to meet me someday. I have thought that repeatedly about you as I have read your blog. In fact, just last night, I checked your profile to see if you listed what state you were in -- hoping you might be close to me. Now I'm wondering if you live by Tiffani because she told you about my blog.

    I hope I can meet you someday, too.

    In the meantime, I like your blog. And I have felt that we could be really good friends too. I'm so glad you would want to be my neighbor. I wish we were too.

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  2. It never fails, almost every time I read your blog posts, I get goosebumps from head to toe! I am thankful I have been able to become friends with you. You are a very unique and special person- so different than a lot of other people-in a good way. Thank you for your example. You and Jeff are both really wonderful people :)

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  3. Thanks DeAnne. I usually don't limit any of the sappiness on my posts. I just put it all out there. Happy you appreciate it.

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  4. This post is so dang sweet! Thanks for making me cry...again! You always do this to me ;)

    Jeff is a great father!!

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  5. What a lovely post ;) I nodded along as I read them. I only have one little boy in our family, and I see the bond between him and his daddy...it's a special thing isn't it.

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