Angels Among Us

About four weeks ago, I was having a really hard day/week. During that week, I needed some extra TLC, and all in one day, Heavenly Father sent so many people to bless my life. In the morning, my Mom called and invited me to lunch. Then not long after returning home, a member of our ward (Thanks LS) came over because she felt like I needed some extra support when she herself was having a terrible horrible no good very bad day. So she sat with me while I talked and cried and I told her about my dogs passing away and about my sister moving and in general that my heart was aching, and as she has done so for 12 years now, she held my hand and said, "Katie, you're going to be OK. The Lord loves you." Just to hear that blessed the rest of my week. Then to finish out an already amazing day, my good friend, GB called and told me about a 1 year old Golden who was one of Shawnie's puppies that needed a new home and that I would be of good help because I am a "good dog whisperer". It felt healing to have a quality validated by someone who I look up to as amazing with animals herself.

In the past three weeks, I have been blessed with many children in my life on a regular basis. They have made me laugh, smile and enjoy my own children even more. Thank you to my family for their support. Every child Heavenly Father sends to Earth to bless all they contact are unique, special and a joy. I have a special love for children with whom others become easily frustrated, thus a desire for me in the future to become an occupational therapist as well as becoming fluent in music so that I can further bless the lives of children.

I have a new friend AE and her daughter GB (a different GB than the above mentioned) who have already blessed my life in the week that I have known them: I hope to also bless their lives.

So M said something super funny on Wednesday. For a few weeks, Don had grown out his beard and mustache to look like "Grizzly Adams" (whoever he is). Don had shaved before we went to pick up D and M at my parent's home, and as M sat in Don's lap on my parent's couch, he looked at his Daddy and said, "You look like my Mom!" My Mom and I looked at each other and started cracking up, and the unspoken words between us were, "that belongs in the blog!". I really don't know if any of us completely understand what M meant, but I think it meant that because Don's facial hair was gone, he looked "normal" again. But what was funny to us as adults was that he chose to compare Don to me instead of another man like Grandpa. How these amazing children bless our days with insight and laughter!!
Lovingly and with gratitude, K