On Sunday we had an amazing Relief Society lesson and I of course ended up bawling, but the sweet sister that gave the lesson is divorced and lives with her two dogs (which she loves dearly). During her lesson she expressed her sorrow that she was never able to have children. I must begrudgingly admit that the thought had crossed my mind during church that day that church was just too hard with all my kids. So here I sit listening and looking down at my sweet O asleep in his car seat (Iz was with Daddy in Priesthood) and I realize that my "trial" is not really a trial at all. But why do I seem to forget that on an almost daily basis?
So today I am remembering and telling all the world (or at least those that read this) that I am so thankful for my life! I am thankful for each whine and cry and poopy diaper because it means that my babies are alive and healthy. I am grateful for my sweet babies that are into everything because it means that they are active and growing. I am grateful that my kids want their mommy and sometimes cling a little too much because it means that they love me and that they have a mommy at home that loves them and wants to take care of them even though she's so far from perfect.

And I'm grateful to all of those who read this and especially those that leave comments because they really make my day!