Monday, Monday...

I usually dread Mondays! I hate the feeling that I have a whole week to get through before I get to see my husband and spend time as a family. (Manda, I can see your face right now and I don't pity your plight, I wouldn't survive my husband being in the military! You are amazing!) However, this morning, I awoke to the most pleasant voice telling me that he was taking the day off to be with us. It was so nice to feel like the weekend was going to last one day longer. I feel so blessed to have a husband who works so hard, but it is hard work for the girls and I too and sometimes, I don't feel very grateful. I do enjoy the blessings that Heavenly Father has given us. All that we do truly can never be enough to repay him, but my favorite part is that we do all that we can and the Savior makes up the difference. I am really working on believing that I don't have to be perfect and do it all myself, it's not as easy as it sounds. I had an appointment today and it was nice that the girls got some "Daddy time". They usually don't get Brady one on one without me, so it was good for them. I got a call from them and then as I turned the corner to our house, I saw them all playing at the playground. It was like a view into the eternities, seeing my family waiting happily for me. Catherine is crying downstairs because she is starving, literally wasting away right now, she can't wait a half and hour for dinner, and her heart is breaking in two. Mommy to the rescue...