Tuesday, October 14, 2014

Baby Girls

I loved having baby girls.  Bonnets and pink frills, lace and little shoes.  It's all so cute.  My girls grew (grow) hair so slowly, and they (didn't) don't wear bows or flowers.  But, I loved putting them in bonnets.  I have given away most of their baby clothes. The really special sets I have put away in my cedar chest so that at some future day I can hold them up and show a granddaughter what her mommy used to wear.  But, then there were other items that I cut up to put into a quilt.
 
I am not a quilter, and I am not a perfectionist.  I am a firm believer that hobbies should be fun and relaxing.  I guess if I want a challenge I will go run on the treadmill and try to PR.  My hobbies aren't the place for frustration.  As a result, I have dappled in a lot of things, but I am not a master of anything.  So, I guess everyone has their own way of doing things.  I say all of that as a preface for my quilt.  It is not perfect.  Michelle's quilts are perfect.  But, that's because she unpicks threads and spends HOURS accomplishing it.  Her quilts are awesome.  Just don't look too closely at mine. ;)
 
I added the bonnet and a topper with the names Mercedes and Hannah.  I want to hang it in their room.
 
Okay, so the fish onesie was a favorite of mine.  It was so cute on them.  It opened in the back like an apron or pinafore. 
 
The polka dots were a part of a jacket.  It always tricked me because some of the polka dots are the exact same color as infant poop.  I always thought my girls had blown out of their diaper.  Haha!
 
The citrus fruit was a jumper that didn't have any snaps in the crotch so it made diaper changing difficult.  However, it was a cute little romper that whenever my grandma saw it she said it looked "happy". 
 
The gray and red pieces were a shirt and shorts combo that had a rainbow on it.  Hannah used to always pick it out whenever she had the opportunity to choose what she wore.
 
All of the flowers were onesies that were a step up from your everyday onesie.  They were feminine and cute, but fully functional.
 
The checkered onesie was one like the fish one.  It had flowers.
 
I added the bonnet because it is so precious and I loved it.  Hannah wore it.  I had one for Mer too, but I don't know where it is.
 
Anyway, I'd like a girly frame, pink or something, but I had this one on hand.
 


A Day At The Park

My kids have had two weeks off from school.  I feel badly, we haven't done much out of the ordinary.  But, we did go to the park, and they did go swimming (in October).  We went to the park with Grandma and Vanessa and her kids.  The kids loved it! 
 

 
The park had some unusual toys.  The older kids loved climbing on this "spider web".


 
Then, there was this merry-go-round adaptation that kept the kids running in circles.  Luke's little legs couldn't run as fast and he fell, which if it weren't for Tyler's amazing ninja skills, it could have caused quite the domino effect.  Luke fell, in the path of the other runners, Tyler lifted his legs last minute and suspended himself on the ropes long enough for me to grab Luke before the others trampled him.


 
This smile is prior to the fall.

 
Mercedes loved this saucer swing.  She wanted to share the joy with her sister.  But, Hannah was not a fan.  I do think Mercedes would have been content staying there on that swing for hours.



 
Joshua is a booger.  He won't let me take a normal picture.  I tried, but he kept being so goofy.


 
Hannah loved the pumpkin donuts that Grandma brought.

 
I thought I got a picture of everyone there, but I guess that was with the video camera. 
 
It was a warm day, swimming afterward sounded like a good idea until I felt the water.  It was cold.  It didn't stop the kids from jumping in, but all of the adults thought better.

Monday, October 6, 2014

Blue Bandaids and Tummy Pic

 
The other night, Luke was upstairs, goofing off, while he should have been trying to sleep.  He apparently ran into the bunk bed, and he hurt his nose.  He was upset about it, but it wasn't bleeding or anything.  I kissed him, and I told him to go to sleep and stop running around.  Well, when he came back downstairs for the umpteenth time, he was wearing a blue bandaid that Joshua was kind enough to get down for him.  I thought he looked so funny and cute.  I took too many pictures because one just wouldn't suffice.  I only posted three on here.  You'll get the idea.
 


 
Also, here is a belly pic.  I'm not great about taking belly pictures anymore.  #5 is still exciting, and I love the fact that our family will be added upon, but I'm just not great about documenting it.  But, here I am at 17 weeks.  Yes, I'm not even quite half-way and I am looking big.  I don't think that that should surprise anybody. 

 
On some days I feel bigger, and other days I swear I'm smaller.  Jon Mark says I'm not.  My back has been hurting pretty bad recently, a lot.  My weight is pretty much under control so far.  I've only gained about 5 pounds.  I think climbing up and down the stairs must have something to do with that.  Who knows.

 
This past weekend was conference.  I love conference weekend.  It's always refreshing.  Well, I woke up and told the kids that conference would be on in 30 minutes.  Joshua disappeared.  When he came back downstairs, he was dressed in his Sunday best--including a tie and sweater vest.  He told me that he thought he should wear his Sunday clothes and asked if that was okay.  Indeed, it was.  He did get paint all over his sleeve, because I let them do quiet crafts and projects while we watched. 
 
Hannah was really crabby this weekend.  I don't know if she has a tooth coming in, or stomach issues, or whatever.  She was not happy.  I ended up missing the last talk on Saturday because she was crying so hard.  At the end, Joshua came up to me and told me that he listened to the last talk for me.  He's a sweetheart.
 
Mercedes followed her brother's example and went and changed into her Sunday best.  She wants to follow his lead in most things.  She's quite a happy girl now that she and Joshua have 2 weeks off from school.  They play really well with Luke and the neighborhood kids.  I love our house location.  There are a lot of kids for my kids to play with. 
 
Luke and Hannah are becoming good friends.  Luke likes to look out for her and tries really hard to keep her safe.  He will take away toys from her that he thinks might be a choking hazard, sometimes he is right, but most of the time she is in no danger.  She gets mad at him, but he turns to me and says, "say thank you Big Brother."  He likes feeling big. 
 
Hannah has quite a lot of personality.  She likes to answer "yeah" to most questions.  Hannah, are you a stinker?  Yeah.  Do you like to dance? Yeah.  Aren't we best friends?  Yeah.  It's cute.  Papa Mac said to her the other day that she was a yes girl.  She likes to be agreeable and say yes--to which, Hannah actually answered no.  Yesterday, I had Hannah on my lap and she got really big-eyed and happy all of a sudden.  She started pointing at nothing that I could see and started waving and saying hi.  She looked at me, said Mom, and then pointed at the same spot as if she wanted me to see what she was seeing.  Then, she'd wave some more and say hi again.  I think maybe someone I couldn't see was watching conference with us.  Who knows. 
 
Jon Mark has been busy recently.  He does what he needs to do in order to provide for us, and I am thankful that I have a hard-working husband who loves us.  He's been working Saturday's and late nights.  But, when he got home from work last Saturday, we had some family time and it was really nice.  We went to CafĂ© Rio and the park.  It's always a lot more fun when Daddy's around.  The kids loved it.  He played tag with the older three while I chased Hannah up and down the hills.  Mercedes fell out of the swing and got pretty upset.  Hannah went over to her and rubbed her back with a concerned look on her face until Mercedes stopped crying and started laughing at how cute Hannah was being.   
 
Well, that's all for now.  Bye!

Wednesday, October 1, 2014

My Talk on Missionary Work


As a young girl, I came home from primary with a desire to share a copy of the Book of Mormon with a friend of mine.  Neither of us were old enough to know how to read, and yet, I carefully wrapped the Book of Mormon and my mom helped me tie a ribbon around it.  I remember feeling excited to give it to her.  I watched her open it, and even as a young girl, I could sense that she was disappointed in my gift.  It was a natural reaction, I suppose.  I had just given a girl who doesn't even know how to read, a chapter book with very few pictures in it.  Even though she was disappointed, I still felt confident that I had done something good.

As an older child, I often invited another friend to my primary activities.  For a while, she loved going.  I invited her to the Easter Pageant, and afterward she became very interested in the church because of an experience she had had while attending the pageant.  Her mom grew uneasy about her daughter's interest, and eventually, she no longer allowed her daughter to attend any more activities.  Still, I knew that I had done something good.  I had followed the promptings that I had felt, and it felt good to share the gospel with my friend. 

Yet, as I grew older, somehow missionary work became more uncomfortable to me.  I had come to believe that in order to be a missionary, I either had to serve a full-time mission, or I needed to talk very openly about the restored gospel to strangers that I sat by on airplane rides to and from BYU.  While these are both good, they are not the only ways in which all members of the restored church can enjoy the opportunities of sharing the gospel. 

The way we live, what we believe in, our very discipleship, how we defend our faith, should all be a light unto the world.  It begins with our desire to live so that others can see our Savior through our actions.  As we live the commandments, and as we lovingly take a stand on moral issues, we are testifying to those around us about what we believe in.  Our belief in the gospel of Jesus Christ, must resonate through our actions.  And it is not always easy.  We may be ridiculed, or taunted. 

Last conference, Elder Holland said, "With admiration and encouragement for everyone who will need to remain steadfast in these latter days, I say to all and especially the youth of the Church that if you haven’t already, you will one day find yourself called upon to defend your faith or perhaps even endure some personal abuse simply because you are a member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. Such moments will require both courage and courtesy on your part."

We defend our faith through our testimonies. 

Consider for a moment, these verses found in D&C 88.  Here we find a revelation given to Joseph Smith while in Ohio.  This revelation was given after high priests at a conference prayed “separately and vocally to the Lord to reveal his will {unto us} concerning the upbuilding of Zion.”  The Lord says in verse 81,

 Behold, I sent you out to testify and warn the people, and it becometh every man who hath been warned to warn his neighbor.

Then, it goes on to further talk about the sharing of our testimonies.  Notice how the Lord calls upon the faithful living in the latter days to bear witness of the truth to our neighbor prior to signs of His second coming. 

84 Therefore, tarry ye, and labor diligently, that you may be perfected in your ministry to go forth among the Gentiles for the last time, as many as the mouth of the Lord shall name, to bind up the law and seal up the testimony, and to prepare the saints for the hour of judgment which is to come;

87 For not many days hence and the earth shall tremble and reel to and fro as a drunken man; and the sun shall hide his face, and shall refuse to give light; and the moon shall be bathed in blood; and the stars shall become exceedingly angry, and shall cast themselves down as a fig that falleth from off a fig tree.

Now, in these next verses, notice how the Lord warns us that after we have shared our testimonies, after we have gone forth and declared the restoration of the gospel to those around us, the earth will then bear testimony of the coming of our Savior.

 88 And after your testimony cometh wrath and indignation upon the people.

 89 For after your testimony cometh the testimony of earthquakes, that shall cause groanings in the midst of her, and men shall fall upon the ground and shall not be able to stand.

 90 And also cometh the testimony of the voice of thunderings, and the voice of lightnings, and the voice of tempests, and the voice of the waves of the sea heaving themselves beyond their bounds.

 91 And all things shall be in commotion; and surely, men’s hearts shall fail them; for fear shall come upon all people.

Isn't it interesting that the Lord uses the word "testimony" to describe the events of the last days, the warning signs of His coming?  The Lord is hastening His work and we are living in the last days.  I can feel the hastening, the earth is in commotion.  Are we bearing our testimonies?  Are we living the standards of righteousness?  Can others around us see our faith by the way we live our lives?  Open gospel discussion is good, but are we bearing testimony through our actions?

My sister in law, Michelle, recently told me of an experience she had.  She is serving in the Young Women's program in her ward in Mesa.  One Sunday, there was only one girl in attendance.  Half-way through the lesson, the other leader turned to Michelle and asked her if she had anything to add to the lesson.  She went on to relate to me how she felt impressed to bear a very powerful testimony to this young girl.  She told me how she looked her straight in the eye and told her that there will come a day when a some trial will come into her life.  It will shake her and it will feel like her very world just got rocked.  She told her to build her foundation now, so that when those trials do come, she will be able to stand and say, I believe.  She tearfully told this young woman about her son Gavin, and how when her 14 month old son died, her own world was rocked.  She testified how she was thankful that she had had that sure foundation to fall back on. 

After she bore her testimony, she felt much anxiety about it.  She was sure she had come off way too strong and emotional.  She told me that she stressed about it for days.  Then, one day, while she was contemplating her experience, a thought came to her mind.  The Holy Ghost impressed upon her to replace the word "talents" in the parable of the talents with the word "testimonies". 

The parable of the talents is found in Matthew 25, beginning in verse 14.  It says, For the kingdom of heaven is as a man travelling into a far country, who called his own servants, and delivered unto them his goods.

We know that he gave one servant 5 talents (or testimonies), to another he gave 2, and to another he gave one.  Later, when the man comes back, he inquires of his servants to see what they have done with the talents (or testimonies) he had given them.  The one who had 5, went out and shared what he had and was able to get 5 more.  The man who was given 2 talents (or testimonies) used what he had and gained 2 more.  To them the Lord replies,

23...Well done, good and faithful servant; thou hast been faithful over a few things, I will make thee ruler over many things: enter thou into the joy of thy lord.

We know what happens to the man who was only given 1.  Afraid of losing his 1 talent, he buries it deep in the earth, but he ends up losing it anyway.  If we liken that parable to missionary work, and we were to replace the word talent with testimony, we discover that when we share our testimonies, it strengthens and multiplies it.  When we don't share it, we end up losing it. 

After contemplating this thought, Michelle told me that her anxiety was replaced with gratitude.  She had offered her testimony to the Lord, by sharing it with another.  The thought that was impressed upon her mind was that the Lord was pleased with her offering. 

When we share our testimonies with others, it is important to be genuine and sincere.  When we have a concern for our fellow man, and we are filled with Christ-like love for our eternal brothers and sisters, the Holy Ghost will guide our thoughts and help us speak the words that will be most beneficial.  Consider the love that filled Enos as he prayed to our Heavenly Father,

  4 And my soul hungered; and I kneeled down before my Maker, and I cried unto him in mighty prayer and supplication for mine own soul; and all the day long did I cry unto him; yea, and when the night came I did still raise my voice high that it reached the heavens.

 5 And there came a voice unto me, saying: Enos, thy sins are forgiven thee, and thou shalt be blessed.

 6 And I, Enos, knew that God could not lie; wherefore, my guilt was swept away.

 7 And I said: Lord, how is it done?

 8 And he said unto me: Because of thy faith in Christ, whom thou hast never before heard nor seen. And many years pass away before he shall manifest himself in the flesh; wherefore, go to, thy faith hath made thee whole.

 9 Now, it came to pass that when I had heard these words I began to feel a desire for the welfare of my brethren, the Nephites; wherefore, I did pour out my whole soul unto God for them.

In Alma 6:6, the saints are commanded to pray mightily for the welfare of the souls who not God. This commandment applies to us today.  Nevertheless the children of God were commanded that they should gather themselves together oft, and join in fasting and mighty prayer in behalf of the welfare of the souls of those who knew not God.

Do we have a love for our neighbor.  We ought to desire to share what we know with those around us because we see them as our brothers and our sisters and we would want them to have all of the blessings available to them that our Father in Heaven would bestow upon them.  That is what it means to have an anxious desire for the welfare of their souls. 

In his conference address, The Kingdom of God, L. Tom Perry states:

We have the obligation when we accept the teachings of the gospel to demonstrate by our lives that we, indeed, keep God’s commandments. We know His son, Jesus the Christ, stands at the head of this Church, and mankind has not been left alone to find the way by himself in a troubled world. There is great joy, satisfaction, and fulfillment in living God’s law as He has declared it and will continue to declare it to His children here on the earth.

The scriptures have instructed us to set the example of living the higher law. Nephi declared:

“Wherefore, ye must press forward with a steadfastness in Christ, having a perfect brightness of hope, and a love of God and of all men. Wherefore, if ye shall press forward, feasting upon the word of Christ, and endure to the end, behold, thus saith the Father: Ye shall have eternal life.

“And now, behold, my beloved brethren, this is the way; and there is none other way nor name given under heaven whereby man can be saved in the kingdom of God.” (2 Ne. 31:20–21.) When we press forward with a love of God and of all men, we will want to share the gospel. 

Sister Linda S. Reeves of the Relief Society general presidency, submitted the following words to the Church News this past September.  "According to the U.S. Census Bureau, there are over 7 billion of our Father's children upon the earth. With over 15 million members of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, each member represents approximately one in every 477 people. I have often wondered, “What if our Heavenly Father gave each of us the responsibility of leading and guiding the other 476 people back home to His presence?” {...} As we {...} boldly testify of our Father's Plan and act as the keeper of the lighthouse {...}  His sons and daughters can feel the power of the Holy Ghost testifying of the truths of the Plan of Salvation, {...}  truths that each one of our Father’s children embraced in our pre-mortal life. As our Father’s children come to know, accept, and live it, they will know how to qualify to return to our Father’s presence and receive all that He has prepared for them that love Him. How grateful we will be as we feel our Savior’s embrace and fall at His feet in reverence, gratitude, and love, knowing that we have helped to lead our brothers and sisters back home."

I like how she compared those who belong to the Lord's church as keepers of the lighthouse.  Again, the way we live, what we believe in, our very discipleship, how we defend our faith, should all be a light unto the world.  It truly begins with our desire to live so that others can see our Savior through our actions.  That is what missionary work is all about.  We don't hide what we believe in.  We let it shine.  With compassion and love we defend our faith, no matter what worldly repercussions we will have to face.  When others see our sincerity, then will they be more receptive to hearing about the restored gospel of Jesus Christ.   

In high school, I was a member of the school's dance company.  As a member of the dance company, I was often faced with peer pressure to compromise my modesty.  The night before one concert, I made the choice to wear something entirely different than the other dancers because I believed that the outfit the others had chosen to wear was inappropriate.  I remember feeling a little embarrassed that I was wearing a different dress.  I remember trying to rationalize my choice before I made it.  But, ultimately, I decided to hold true to the standards that I had set for myself.  A few of the other dancers were upset with me, and they let me know it.  I questioned whether or not I had made the right choice.  Was it really that big of a deal?  Then, a few years later, after I had graduated from high school and was attending college, I ran into a younger sister of a friend of mine.  She approached me and asked if I had really chosen to wear something different for a dance concert because I wanted to be modest.  I told her I had.  She then told me that my choice had left a significant impact on her, and that she often thought of my choice when she faced similar issues.  I had no idea that my choice to take a stand for modesty had any positive impact on anyone but myself.  But, this younger sister had been watching me.  My actions had been a testimony of my convictions.

Surely the Lord is hastening His work.  We must stand as a witness of God.  Now is an exciting time to live.    

In a conference report way back in 1980, Elder Bruce R. McConkie said, “The vision of the future is not all sweetness and light and peace. All that is yet to be shall go forward in the midst of greater evils and perils and desolations than have been known on earth at any time.  As the Saints prepare to meet their God, so those who are carnal and sensual and devilish prepare to face their doom.  As the meek among men make their calling and election sure, so those who worship the God of this world sink ever lower and lower into the depths of depravity and despair.  We see evil forces everywhere uniting to destroy the family, to ridicule morality and decency, to glorify all that is lewd and base. … Satan reigns in the hearts of men; it is the great day of his power.  But amid it all, the work of the Lord rolls on. …  Amid it all, there are revelations and visions and prophecies. There are gifts and signs and miracles. There is a rich outpouring of the Holy Spirit of God.  Amid it all believing souls … prepare themselves to dwell with God and Christ and holy beings in the eternal kingdom.  Is it any wonder that we both rejoice and tremble at what lies ahead?  Truly the world is and will be in commotion, but the Zion of God will be unmoved. The wicked and ungodly shall be swept from the Church, and the little stone will continue to grow until it fills the whole earth” (in Conference Report, Apr. 1980, 99; or Ensign, May 1980, 72–73). 

In closing, I add my testimony to his, the work of the Lord rolls on.  It is our duty, and our pleasure to participate in the sharing of the Lord's gospel.  And, this we must do.  In the name of Jesus Christ, Amen. 

 

    

 

 

 

 

My Pallet Bench

 
Living in a new development means that the builders will sometimes throw away really nice pallets of wood.  The other night, Jon Mark, the kids, and myself went out looking in dumpsters for pallets.  I found two nice ones.  I used my nifty jig saw to cut them down to several boards about 16 inches long.  Then, I screwed them onto two long pine boards, and two end pieces, to make the bench top as shown below.
 
 
I cut more wood to be the legs and the supports and Jon Mark helped me screw those on.  I sanded the heck out of it, and stained it a nice Jaco Bean color.  It was super easy, and it looks great, too!  Now, I have a solid wood bench that cost next to nothing.  Yippee!

 
Luke had so much fun helping me build it.  He was my official screw hander.

Tuesday, September 30, 2014

Allergic??

 
The other day Mercedes threw a royal fit.  Usually, it goes something like this:  I tell her "no", she doesn't accept that, I hold my position, she does her wild monkey dance fit, and then she goes running upstairs and falls asleep.  Joshua thinks it's funny.  Luke and Hannah think it's scary.  I think it tires me out.  And Jon Mark pulls out the video camera. Anyway, she started her fit and Joshua says, "Oh, no, not this again... waa waa waa zzzzzz".  Well, this time, it was over having to take a bath, and she fell asleep in the tub. 

 
The other day Mercedes got this nasty bite.  It oozed for a full 24 hours or so.  It was nasty.  Poison control said it seemed to be a Brown Recluse bite, the doctor thinks it's an allergy to mosquitos.  I don't know which one I believe.  I have never seen a mosquito bite act like that before.  This bite formed a large blister that popped and oozed and the redness spread.  But, Brown Recluse bites can get really, really bad.  So, the jury is out on this one.  It has been almost a week and it still looks terrible.




Sunday, September 21, 2014

The Closing of A Chapter

The other day, Jon Mark and I got to go on a date.  We had a gift card to Texas Roadhouse that we used up, it turned out being the exact amount we needed.  Then, we went for a stroll around American Furniture Warehouse.  That place is huge!  Jon Mark's knee was hurting him towards the end, that's just how much walking this store makes you do.  It was a fun date. 

It's funny what you can learn about your spouse just from walking around a furniture store.  After nearly ten years of marriage, I am still learning new things about my man.  Yes, I can finish his sentences, and I can literally read his thoughts, but if you ask me which TV console he'd prefer to have, well, I'd get it wrong just about every time.

This is what I do know, he is a minimalist when it comes to furniture.  But... he has expensive tastes.  He doesn't like conversational pieces, nothing too weird or artistic for this guy.  Nope, I probably got that wrong, too.  We did find our dream bedroom set, we agreed on it the moment we saw it.  But, the bad news is that it will be a considerable amount of time before we can afford anything like it.

 I learned that I am a lucky girl.  Nearly ten years of marriage and we enjoy being with one another just as we did when we were dating.  Jon Mark's profession testifies that this isn't the case in many marriages.  I love him, and I am so glad he's mine.

I also learned that we are DONE after 5 kids.  I started to get all sappy when I touched my belly and realized that this is the last time I will be pregnant.  It's a tough chapter to close.  I asked him if he was absolutely sure we were done after 5, and he is.  I am done, too.  It makes sense to be done, financially, physically, emotionally, it just makes sense.

It's kind of surreal.  The last 8 years of my life have revolved around babies and pregnancy.  What will conversations be like at family gatherings once all of us are done?   Maybe the men and others around us women will be relieved by some new "normal" conversations.  The thought of never snuggling a newborn again (that is, my own newborn) is heart wrenching to me.  I can't fathom it.  I made Jon Mark reiterate to me the things that I already knew, that I would get the opportunity to have babies again as we progress eternally.  I don't know if our spirit children will be snuggly, or if I will be able to nurse them, I don't know how that works.  But, Jon Mark promised me that whatever the order is of heaven, whatever it is like, it surpasses any amount of joy or happiness that we can feel now in mortality.  That's a nice thought to reflect upon. 

I was always told that "you'll know when you're done".  That's what everyone says.  I guess I do know it, but I always thought that being done meant there was a sense of closure, of completeness.  I didn't know that done could mean that there would still be longing.  And, perhaps that longing never really goes away.  As my children grow, each new phase means a close of a chapter.  But, it doesn't mean it's the end of the story.  The story goes on.  It keeps changing and evolving, just like the best of stories do.  And, while closing a chapter may be difficult, because the chapter is so good, it has to be done.  I am thankful that I have such a great man by my side to share the story of my life with.  We are living it together, and we will close those chapters together, side by side until we rest from mortality and experience the eternities together.  I'm excited!  There's no one I'd rather share it with.

Until then, I will enjoy the sight of Joshua jumping constantly on the trampoline.  I will try not to get to frustrated with him every time I have to remind him to focus.  My heart will still burst when I think back upon Mercedes telling me how she blew Jesus a kiss and that she misses him, but that she can feel him close every day because the Holy Ghost lives in her heart and talks to her.  I will chuckle when I remember how much Luke loved skin to skin contact.  I will smile each time I think of Hannah wrinkling her nose when she smiles and how she jumps into Jon Mark's arms whenever I tell her it's night night time.  And, every time I feel this baby kick me from the inside, I will reflect on the gratitude that I feel that my body was capable of creating life 5 times over.  That's a pretty darn good chapter.  Life is good!  I'm excited to see what the next chapter will bring.