friday.

today was quite the day. thank goodness its friday. it felt like i was in a race against time the entire day. and i didn't win. it is 11pm and dinner is finally ready, too bad daniel fell asleep 45 minutes ago. thats what i get for being too ambitious and trying to make pot pies for dinner. crust and everything. maybe he can have his for breakfast. yeah, i've heard of them, breakfast/brunch pot pie. yum.

.....sigh.....

yes, it'll all be fine in the morning. henry boy had a hard day too. it all started when the vacuume fell on him. he was mad at it all day. then he couldn't figure out how to fall asleep till 11pm tonight, and he really wanted to be asleep at 7pm. fridays are long days sometimes, even for an 8 month old.

i have been thinking a lot about work and what then word means to me. the talk by elder christofferson keeps coming to mind where he stated that all work is divine. i like that. i especially like it on days like today, too. i remember when he gave that talk, i was single and in my junior year of college. it really applied to me at that point in my life because school was hard. i would go to ballet class everyday and essentially work on the same things day after day. it gave me purpose in school work and dance, because that was just it, i was working. i was trying to achieve something greater. working to perfect my art form, train my mind and body. and now that i am a mother, that phrase has a whole new light. it takes work to be a mother, to be a wife, and to take care of our little home. but as i thought about that phrase "all work is divine" as i was doing dishes this morning, it gave me peace. it gave me hope and it gave me joy, right then.  sometimes we just need to reinvent ourselves. (such a modern dance phrase!) sometimes we, well, i just need to step back and think about why i am doing the things i am doing. there is purpose in building a home, a family, a marriage. there is joy, and there is laughter. i love the work that i am doing right now, because i know that i am building something great. something forever.

that all made perfect sense when henry finally fell asleep in my arms tonight, (because that is the only place he wanted to be). i took him and laid him in his crib. sleeping babies are the most pure and perfect sight you have ever seen. and in moments like that i can really see that this work is in fact divine. 

love that baby boy. so much. 

he makes us happy, even on long days.


xo