Love in the form of a stranger

With the hubby gone and with three girls by myself, I was bored. Don't get me wrong, I loved playing with the girls but I missed adult conversation. The nights were lonely, I missed his caressing touch. One Sunday I was in church sacrament meeting having just returned to the pew from one of the various tasks of nursing a child, changing a diaper, or removing a screaming kid, I sat down. I was listening to the sermon when once again someone was crying, making another child cry, or just trying my nerves. I began to cry. All I wanted to do was to spend one peaceful Sunday and be spiritually filled, but instead I was frustrated and exhausted and alone. I cried as I tried to entertain the kids, why do I even come to church, Why do I subject myself to this, when it would be so much easier to stay home and have the same fights with no expectations of peacefulness.

As I sat there wallowing with tears streaming down my face a woman I did not know picked up the toddler and handed her to her daughter and then took the 2nd one and put her on her lap and then took the baby and swaddled her to sleep.She did this without asking me if I needed help, she didn't say a word to me, she just saw that I was in desperation and became my angel. The girls all stayed with her and I was able to listen and more importantly feel the love heavenly father had sent me in the form of a stranger.

SuperMom

 A month after the baby was born, he received an assignment and told me he would be leaving at the end of the week. To where, I don't know, when he would be back I knew even less. I was frustrated.  He was leaving me with 3 kids and without friends and family, this was not going to go good. We all got in the car to take him to the airport. 3 kids, 3 car seats. The baby was one month old, #2 was 15 months old and the oldest was 3 ½ . This task was a circus act. With three kids it's like you run out of arms. Finally got into the car and drove to the airport.
When we watched his plane leave, I cried but not because I was going to miss him but because I knew I was going to go crazy with all these kids. I was 100% in charge of every diaper change, every night time feeding, every tantrum.
Grocery shopping was the worse. Have you ever tried going shopping with one child now times that by about 30 and now you know whats it's like with 3 kids under 4. We lived on the 2nd floor of an apartment building with only stairs. The apartment was over our garage. trying to get groceries into the home was a nightmare. I felt like the  old age problem of the wolf, the goat, and the cabbage. But me being me, I was able to carry a baby in a carrier, 3 bags of groceries, a purse, guide two children S-L-O-W-L-Y up the stairs and unlock the door. This is when I discovered I was SUPERMOM! why didn't anyone ever tell me.

Half my life

I know I usually think things like this are cheesy but today I celebrate half my life with my husband. I was married at 18 and today we celebrate 18 years. These 18 years have not been easy. As a matter of fact they have been harder than I expected. I feel like our relationship has been manic depressant, our highs have been very high, Our children's birth, buying our first house, returning home from deployment and our lows have been down right depressing. I've cried more than I ever expected from the pains he has caused and I know I have inflicted wounds too, but they have healed and are healing with salve and kisses. I am grateful for this opportunity to be with him 18years later. I think of of all the cheesy songs, I think about  all the nights one of us slept on the couch. I think about how we both are determined and stubborn and sometimes that was the only reason we stayed in this marriage. But here we are. I love you honey. I truly do and we are here together. Through thick  or thin, through the roller coaster ride. I love you and no matter what that will always stay true.
Kiss kiss