On Sunday I spent most of the day in bed. On Saturday night Mary climbed into bed with us around 1am, and I spent the next five and a half hours wide awake. I spent a lot of time pondering all of my blessings and felt so grateful for my life.

Finally, I went downstairs for some cereal, and my favorite kind was out. I went down to the basement food storage to get some replacement, and my jaw dropped open when I reached our storage. Before her trip, my mom worked for days organizing the basement food storage, and now it basically looks like we have two grocery stores downstairs. It’s incredible. I took the new cereal and came upstairs marveling at our blessings. God blesses us every day with food so that our family never goes hungry, and the store looked to me like an overabundance of heavenly–and maternal love. ¬†Thanks, Mom, for that gift!

Abe survived Sacrament with all of the kids.  He fed them all of their meals, cooked us a curry and rice for dinner, cleaned everything up, gave me two massages, studied his scriptures and even meditated. He is my hero. I am so lucky.

This is a picture Abe took earlier this week that I forgot to post. I have loved all the time I have had recently to cuddle my kids. They are so snuggly.