Hello Little One

6:30 A.M. this morning, in bed. Scott is gone playing b-ball. Laying next to me is Whitney (of course) I am listening to her slight snore, breathing in her sweet Whitney smell. The baby is jabbing and swipping inside of me. I have been feeling the baby for a few weeks now, but only inside. I place my hand flat to my stomach, right below my belly button, poke. swipe. Hello little one. The first outward expression. Baby is really here. My personal miracle. Laying there-grateful-amazed-Sweet, little one, Mommy knows you are there.

A wonderful start to a good and typical day. I did get to go to the temple this morning, (due to a friend with the great idea to swap kids so that we could each go--Thanks Emily). I would be embarrassed to tell you the last time I went . . . I loved being there. Quiet. Peaceful. I was alone with me and my thoughts. How often does that happen? I got to re-connect with Christina, just a bit. She is still there. :)

I came home and couldn't face the dishes or the dog who needs a bath (because he threw-up this morning, because Whitney shared a chocolate granola bar with him last night). Earthly life. Mortality. Needs. Needing to be met. No worries. I eventually snapped to. I just plugged in the I-pod and went for broke on my chores. But so calm inside. I think it is because I got to spend some good, reflective, personal time in the temple this morning.

I really am trying to keep things in perspective.