Born to Dance

So I feel like I am either a little girl again or its Christmas. I am going to dance with a dance co group by the invite of a friend I danced with in highschool. We get to bring our kids to play while we rehearse together once a week for a few hours and then preform once or so a month. It is a company that preforms for Church functions to invite the spirit with its tender message. I think it is Heavenly Father giving me another little tender mercy. Especially during this time...

Feild Day with the Kids

It began early Friday with a long walk to CharLee's school...ruffed it through the crazy construction. The girls enjoyed their O so sugary otter pops as CharLee broke it down doing the Charlston. Afterwards we had a picnic with the brother and played in the sun. The girls were a bit wiped for the long trek home...it was actually nice:). CharLee said,"Mom Thankyou for coming, it makes me feel like you are proud of my talents, like singing and dancing and stuff."
We love you CharLee Bear!

LOOK AT YOURSELF...Perspective...Be thankful

A little pick me up

My Birthday

My birthday was good. I had my little family around me and that was all I needed. I love the paintings that my Charlee and Mom did for me. I also loved goingto the park on a quiet picnic and I requested a raspberry jello cake of which Matthew kindly made for me. I love you family.
Moma

At Home

Woke up earlier this morning. Still very tired, sad at reality but joyful. I hear CharLee downstairs magically practicing the piano, I can't believe how self motivated he is. He is a blessing. Put my exercise clothes on, its a motivating thing, then tried to move slowly from one morning task to the next as to not awaken my anxiety. I feel grateful for a new day. Father has blessed me to live another day. Another day to kiss my Handsome, to applaud and hold my children, and to search and seek my meaning of what I am still here on earth to accomplish.
Last night I still felt the nausea, but knew I had to go. I left kids to Handsome to tuck into beds and I took off. I first made my way to Deseret Book just before it closed. I felt my hands trace over books that might be just right. I drove through the trees of the Alpine Home. Real vivid memories flashed, mostly sweet. I climbed the weather torn stairs. As mom lifted the blind she stood and smiled a grateful broken smile, we embraced a last before she would go tomorrow. We had sweet conversation. i love her. I know Heavenly Father sends his angels, he has to me many times. Came home, late, tired. Handsome greets me, he embraces me and I feel at home. I feel loved in so many ways.

What Is Love?

For my Family. Pure Love.



I Love you All.
Ashley