After lunch, we made our way to Nanna Teresa's. For some kids, it meant more swimming. For others, read: Forrest, it meant nap time. Huzzah! Then, we readied ourselves for a delicious BBQ.
Mini Katie and Mini Andrew.
These two melt my heart.
Later that night we rejoined my family for the Holladay firework show. My brother is a Detective there and as a perk, he's able to secure us a fantastic parking spot each year.
Detective Mike, me, Alaska brother Mark, beautiful sister Ami
(not pictured: baby brother Matt)
The cousins (minus Joey)
She also asked me if I thought there were more good or bad people on the Earth. My automatic response was that there are more good people. And as I've thought more about my answer, I stand by it. The awful, ugly and scary are all out there. But so are the everyday heroes; the ones who are seen and the others who serve quietly. I feel encouraged when I peruse my instagram feed, as an example, and observe the way other families, couples, great individuals in general, are living life. I see them uplifting, supporting and loving one another. I value and respect "regular" Mom's like me... the non-famous types that have a handful of followers; I see that they are simply trying their best to raise good children. (I respect and admire some of the more well known people too... I'm just trying to make a point, here) These parents are teaching their children manners, reminding them that they are children of a loving Father in Heaven, as in the business of making happy memories together, ask for prayers when times are hard and are trying to laugh at the crazy, stupid things that sometimes happen.
It's easy to feel envy when watching other parents do their thing; especially when it seems like they are doing parenthood so much better than you. But awhile back, I had the thought that maybe one of these Moms is raising a future spouse for one of my kids. What if that Mom, who seems like an over achiever, is currently raising one of my children's future college roommates or missionary companions. Those feelings of jealousy and inadequacy have since shifted into feelings of support. I'm able to cheer these Mom's on... sometimes I do this silently and other times its in the form of a comment filled with an obnoxious amount of emojis. And in the rare cases when I just can't get over those less than righteous feelings, I unfollow that person and move on.
Forgive the huge detour, but I'm grateful that I live in a country where these parents that I so admire, like us, are able to raise their children how they want. We are able to establish a foundation of faith in Christ in the our children's young lives; and share that hope that it will sustain and support them when life gets hard. I'm grateful for our religious liberties, for the physical beauty of where I live and the great neighbors and family close by to help Andrew and me in our own pursuit of happiness. God bless America, land that I love. And God bless the men and women who work so hard to defend and protect our freedoms.
I hadn't thought much about the 24th of July. Earlier in the day we'd had cousins over to play. My evening plans had mostly consisted of laundry. What a thrill, I know. But like blogging, I am perpetually behind on laundry. My friend Katie was here visiting from St. Louis. Her Mom, known around these parts as Miss Nancy, lives two doors down. Her kids become my kids best buddies each summer when they are here. Anyway, she invited us to join them for swimming and fireworks. We were thrilled. I ran to the store so that I could hurry and make a batch of cookie salad before joining in the festivities. It was a great, great night.
Mr. Scott made an awesome water slide out of the black tubing.
Forrest loved it.
Lottie is smiling because she was burping in my face as I took this picture.
Yes. As parents, I mentioned, we TRY to teach our children manners.
Some parents, I am not one of them, are more successful than others.
It was during this moment when I wanted time to stand still.
Happy birthday Utah.
You have my heart forever.
You have my heart forever.