A Sunday memory that I don't want to forget:
The typical Sunday morning. Trying to get my kids to eat lunch at 10 am so they can nap at 10:30 so we can make it to 12 o'clock church. Crazy? Yes. Does it ever really work out? Not really. But crazy-scheduler-amber tries anyway.
We make it to church a little late. But everyone has shoes on and their hair done and the girlies even have matching skirts and toe nail polish on so we aren't doing half bad.
Our new ward is large so we must sit in the gym on the metal chairs. No biggie. A half an hour into the meeting I look around at my darling family:
Hendrix is banging his matchbox cars on the metal chairs. Metal on metal... A nice reverent sound. After hushing Hendrix for the 30th time I look over to see Dave trying his hardest to avoid being bitten by Veda- who is practicing her latest hobby: biting. Meanwhile I look at Quinn who is happily eating her goldfish. Putting one in her mouth, chewing it up, spitting it out into the palm of her hand, making little shapes (balls, whales, snakes, etc), showing me her treasure, and then eating it again.
These are the moments.