A Typical Sunday

Today marks the day of a new start with this little blog of mine.
Today I begin to write just for me.
I can brag about the amazingness of my three joys and not even think twice about it.
I can share the most intimate desires of my heart, complain if I feel like it or just write boring stuff that no one else would really care to read.  This is going to be great!

Today is Sunday.
It was a good Sunday.
Mark started at 6:00 am as he does most weeks.  Tonight he got home at 8:45 and announced that he was done for the day and that he would now be taking off his tie.
He is a rock, my Mark.
I love him.
He is absolutely true.

The twins taught their Sunday school class today.  Their teacher, Brother Oliver, asked me to substitute for him and so naturally I assigned Lincoln and Rachel to teach the lesson.  They were fantastic!  They tag teamed it like old pro's.  They engaged all the other kids, asked thoughtful questions, validated class comments, they were just so great.  At one point, kids were sharing personal experiences about a time when they each felt the Spirit.  A few of them got emotional.  Lincoln said to the class, "Feel that?"  "Feel that peaceful, good feeling we have in the room right now?'' "That's the Spirit"  Devin related that a new boy moved in next-door to him.  He said he felt prompted to introduce himself and invite the new boy to walk to school with him.  He talked about how good he felt about reaching out to the new boy.  Rachel then commented, "Devin, I'll bet he really appreciates having such a nice kid like to you welcome him here and be his friend".  She was so sweet.

We came home and had out usual Sunday dinner and Lincoln invited Carter and Andy to join us.  Mark had them go downstairs and do a Duty to God and then report back to him.  They did great.  Mark is trying hard to teach them what it means to be a priesthood man.

Our little Sam Girl played dress up all afternoon.  She went from one outfit to the next.  She brings us plenty of smiles!

Now it is time to close the day.
How blessed I feel.

Kimberly

Sami:  (Handing me a piece of paper written on and cut out) Sing this.
Me: What do you mean?
Sami:  Sing this, just read the music.
Me: (Upon closer look, she had drawn music notes!)  Sam!  You wrote music!  Sami!  You're brilliant! And she is.  She. Really. Is.