Several months ago my very wise mother-in-law said something to me that has stuck with me and I think about often. I was talking with her about our financial situation, or the lack thereof, when she said,
"You are rich in things that matter."
Sean and I are aware of the COUNTLESS blessings/miracles we have had in our lives together, both temporal and spiritual. Even with our midget apartment, government supplemented food and insurance, and finding myself shopping for clothes at Goodwill, I have never thought the word "poor" was a description for our family...but I have NEVER thought rich was the word of choice either. That is until my mother-in-law said it. When she said I was rich in things that matter, I suddenly felt like the most wealthy person to have ever lived on planet Earth. Seriously. I was choking back tears so I would not look like a total mess in front of my mother-in-law. I have two fabulous boys to live my life with, accompanied by my knowledge of the Gospel, more than just a roof over my head, and probably a little too much to eat, especially when it comes to BlueBell ice cream.
A few days ago I had another choking back tears moment when I again realized just how rich I truly am. It had been a pretty long day. Corbin was taking his classic 7 minute naps, I hadn't showered, dinner was late getting started and then we ate it cold because when it was finally done we were too busy to eat, and I was tired and wanted to go to bed. As I sat eating my last bites of cold food while simultaneously feeding Corbin, who was naked and covered in oatmeal, Sean pulled out his guitar and started to play a song called "Beautiful Mess" by Jason Mraz. First, Sean playing guitar can make anything better. But second, that song was just so fitting for the moment. The house looked like a bomb had gone off inside with toys, burp clothes, laundry, blankets, dishes, and shoes scattered everywhere (how my immobile 6 month old creates such a mess is beyond me??). I was covered in spit up and slobber, and possibly baby pee, and the few strands of hair I have left (I'm balding due to baby hormones--it's called telogen effluvium) were a complete mess. As I sat there and fed Corbin and listed to Sean play this song, I looked around and thought this truly was a beautiful mess. I wished I could just freeze time and live in that perfectly happy moment for the rest of my life. I felt so wealthy looking at Sean and Corbin, both smiling and so content. I saw all the toys laying everywhere and thought about how even though the day had been long, we had had a lot of fun and laughed a lot playing with all the toys and blankets and everything else. I was suddenly proud of my disastrous house and appearance.
And now, because I know everybody wants to see...here are some adorable pictures of my cute little family :)
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| Corbin now eats with the big kids. Unfortunately he now hates the bumbo and the high chair has still not arrived. |
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| This boy LOVES to see himself. (this is a reflection in the mirror) |
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| Not usually a fan of the "selfie" but I had to document that this is Corbin's favorite way to eat...with his foot in my face. |
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| We all love when Grandpa comes to town :) |
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| What a stud!!! Corbin looks pretty cute too, I guess. haha |
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| We have a sitter! |
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| He has learned that some part of the giraffe (aka Mr. Puzzles) goes in his mouth, he just quite hasn't figured out which part. |
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| I would say he's just a bit too small for dad's bike. |
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| yes. he is adorable. I'm aware. |
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| It's hard to get a picture of him sleeping, because it doesn't happen very often. But when it does, his feet are usually straight up in the air. |
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| Apparently he likes the taste of his toe jam and lint filled toes. |
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| Happy Halloween! Love, the farmer, the pig, and the cow. (I totally should have been the cow, I'm the one with all the milk!) |
