Oh my, my computer finally works after two weeks of being broken!

Yesterday, I was FINALLY given strength and wisdom to try something.

I was feeling stress.

I was feeling stress right as Jackson requested I join him outside.

I took some deep breaths.

I slowed down. I tried to hear the constant flow of advice from the Holy Ghost, which I am entitled to because I was baptized and confirmed.

And there it was.

Urging me, in spite of feeling tired and stressed over dinner making and laundry at the same time, to go out with him. It showed me that it was, in fact, the perfect time, as the bread in the oven would take 20 minutes anyway.

I kept taking deep breaths.

It was a high anxiety time.

It is almost every day at that time ;).

I enjoy it, though. I love the privilege of feeding good, homemade meals to my boys and husband. I allow myself to be crazy for an hour a day. The result is worth it!

I even laughed about it as I was in it yesterday.

"It's mom's time for a crazy hour," I imagined my boys at some future time saying, as I giggled.

So anyways.

Smack dab in the middle of dinner prep, Jackson begs in his best 2 year old manner, for me to push him on the swings.

The spirit, once I channeled into it, said go.

Tired. Stressed. I tried to do so.

I put him on a swing. I sat in the other.

Tyler and a neighbor friend played super heroes on the slide. I liked how they didn't mind my presence at all.

Back and forth. Back and forth.

Deep breaths. (laundry can wait)

I glaced over to Jackson.

His bright eyes smiled at me,

"It fun!" he instructs me.

I smile.

Tyler,

"Watch me, mom!" As he tries injury defying tricks on the slide.

His face.

He is thoroughly enjoying himself on that slide.

Back and forth.

I'm glad I didn't miss this moment.

Just being here, spending time with my boys.

Thank you, Heavenly Father, for thy Grace.

Then, back in the house.

7 minutes left on the bread. Set the table, call the children in.

And we all sit, and relax together.

The boys full of good feelings of worth and value, and also of memories of their play.

And of their mother joining them.

We enjoyed one another.

And talk, conversation easily spred over out table because, in large, of how the lord gives me the gift of the Holy Ghost.

I'm grateful for my days.