Saturday was the General Relief Society Broadcast. I didn't really want to go to the church to watch it, I even told my friend Sarah that I wasn't going. I figured I could listen here at home, but at the last minute I decided to put on a dress and go! And I'm glad I did.

It was very refreshing to sit near good friends, listening to the words of our Prophet and Relief Society leaders. I don't often get a chance to just sit with the other ladies in our ward, so it was a special treat for me.

President Hinckely quoted a poem by Ann Campbell that I have been thinking about ever since Saturday. Yesterday I was driving like a crazy woman - picking up Hannah and Sydney from school, taking them to piano, getting Hannah to her volleyball practice, then back home with Sydney and back out to get Hannah...

And while I spent the afternoon in my car, this poem was running through my head. I don't generally get teary-eyed about the kids or church stuff or much of anything actually, but I got a little choked up between stop-lights yesterday. I was thinking about this poem, and my incredible mom, and my children who need me, even when I want a little space!


You are the trip I did not take;
You are the pearls I cannot buy;
You are my blue Italian lake.
You are my piece of foreign sky.



Better than pearls

I have a feeling that suddenly I am at that mom-stage that I used to look forward to and considered to be the "real-mom" thing. Where the kids play soccer and piano, and I bake cookies and help at school. I think I like it here, and it worries me how quickly the time goes.