Forgive me as I get a little personal. This past weekend was a special one for us. We had nearly 20 family members in town (most of them staying at our house) for our son's baptism. I couldn't have imagined how emotional I would be.
As his mother, I am overwhelmed by his goodness. He is the oldest. It is hard being the oldest. I know from personal experience. We place expectations on him. We expect him to make right choices. He does. He is strong and obedient and compassionate. He is a good example to his sisters. It is hard and wonderful to see him grow up. I love him very much.
Trying to get a picture of all the kids.
After the baptism, everyone came to our house for brunch.
Our son had asked months ago if I would make him a Book of Mormon cake for his baptism. I had to pull a late night to get it finished, but it turned out great.
My father in law thought it was real. So real, he tried to open the cover to turn pages. We were able to repair most of the damage. I took it as a compliment. It looked real enough for him to "have a read."
Realizing that your kids are growing up is a challenge. I find myself constantly evaluating if I am preparing them well enough and wishing I could still rock them to sleep at night.
HOW DO YOU FEEL ABOUT YOUR KIDS GROWING UP?
WISH YOU COULD SLOW THINGS DOWN? I DO.