Monday, March 12, 2012

I don't think I'll make it into that club...


I decided something this morning as I was working out...
I decided that fit people deserve to be admired.
They deserve every double take, side-eyed glance, dropped jaw gawk, every "Dang I wish I looked like her." ALL OF IT.
Because working out pretty much stinks. And telling myself to put down the snickerdoodle that I've picked up five times this morning stinks too.
So to all of you--do your work out everyday and put down the snickerdoodle--kind of people out there I say flaunt it. I won't hate you because you're beautiful (remember those commercials?) because you deserve every bit of your glory.
Really. I mean it.

Thursday, March 1, 2012

So special...

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I bought four mugs. We have seven people currently living in our home, but I bought four mugs. It's all the thrift store had. Four. I debated, but they were cute. So I bought them.

I set the table with my four new mugs. We have seven people currently eating at our table, but I only had four new mugs. So I alternated them with complimenting white mugs. It looked cute. I felt satisfied.

"Why don't I get a special mug?" I heard Jamie say. Followed by, "Ooo, I want a special mug." Coming from Waylon. So we adjusted and did some rearranging until all who wanted "special mugs" had one.

And I thought, "I love children." I love how their precious little minds take the simplest of things and make them "special" and exciting. If only we could remember this as mothers. Oh the world we could create for these wide-eyed, magical little souls. And oh the world we would create for ourselves in the process.

Now ye may suppose that this is foolishness in me; but behold I say unto you, that by small and simple things are great things brought to pass;
Alma 37:6