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I haven't written anything on here for so long. I read my last post and realized how horribly written it was so I changed it a little.

It is at the end of another Sunday. I wish I could say that Sundays were my favorite day of the week but I can't. In fact they are probably the hardest days to get through. Maybe it's because I never go to bed early on Saturday nights and I wake up tired and have to rush to get to church. Maybe it's because I have to wrestle with 3 children during Sacrament meeting and I never get a thing out of any of the talks.  I do have to say that Sunday evening walks are my favorite. It is the best time of the day when the sun is going down and the weather is cooling. I hate being inside during that time, unless the weather is horrible. We talk about anything and I always end up holding flowers that all kids have picked for me. The kids get the last of their energy out and then it's bed time!

It is amazing how children can be so incredibly frustrating yet they bring me more joy than anything else. A day of craziness and fighting is forgotten as soon as they look at me and say they love me, give me a flower or tell me that I am the best mom ever. Tonight at dinner my oldest said that I was the best cook ever. It's worth it to hear those simple words from a 7 year old. I am blessed beyond measure.

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Patty said…
They are so hard at times but you're right, they are worth it. Those times on Sunday evenings are wonderful for walking. We are blessed.
August 12, 2010 at 10:14 PM
Shirley said…
Many times Sunday is the hardest day of the week for me! Isn't that crazy? I roll my eyes sometimes when I think of the phrase, "A day of rest". I imagine my Mom thought that many times with a ton of kids to get ready and keep reverent. It's funny though, because I never remember frustration or stress at church. My memories from when I was a kid at church are the times I recognized what a speaker was talking about and agreed, or a neat teacher, or my parents getting up to bear their testimonies. I'm sure when your kids look back they will remember the good things and they'll be glad you made the effort to get them there. You're an excellent Mom Michelle. :)
August 18, 2010 at 8:33 PM
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