better days!

i deleted my last post for a while..and my mom called me.

"where did that last thing go on your blog?!"

"i deleted it.."

"why?"

"because it's embarrasing, and ppl will judge me."

"no, courtney, all young mom's are losing it at times, it's good for other people to see, that it's okay to have a bad day, and then say your sorry to your kids. IT IS NORMAL! other blogs i read their lives are whimisical, and magical, and perfect. that is not reality. repost it, dummy."

"fine."

*paraphrased*

so i reposted it.


but anyyyyyywayyyyys.
we have had a few better days here!
me and mom met at mcdonalds/runny nose central to let the kiddos play.
lynley had been asking for her "sister" for a few days.
i love how they ask for eachter. they miss eachother.
identity crisis's and all.

anyways, mom was having a hard day. and i wanted to squeeze her and tell her everyhting was going to be OK! men is not our judge, God is.
my mom isn't a huge hugger. she wasn't hugged much as a kid.
so i always make it a point to hug her. she needs that, i think.
anyways.. we let the kids eat nasty hamburgers and icecream, and we didn't put one single nasty thing in our mouths.
go us.

but really..man is not our judge. i know that our Heavenly Father has a plan for each  of us. i know that. i know that even though the good guy does not always win on this earth, in the next life, he does. always.

anyywaysss...
here is bennett dragging lyn up to the verrrrry top. he always helps her.

Grandma GG sent us a christmas package!!!!
oh the excitement right before nap time.
(or lay in bed talking-time. grrr)

yay! new clothes! she is totally a girl.

at mcdonalds, with her high pony.





sometimes, it strikes me, how blessed we are to have the gospel. like it really makes me want to cry of thankfulness. because..when people are horrible, and just really horrible..it helps to know that we are not their judge, nor are they ours. it is relieving to me to let that go, to not have to carry that "revenge" burden around..
because, sometimes people are horrible. but guess what?

our lives can be happy anyways.
and that they are.