First Potatoes

Amidst the hustle and bustle of preparing to host 30 family members for my first Thanksgiving, there have been many tender mercies.  

From Him supplying an extra freezer that we badly needed, to feeling my Grandmother near as I cooked her special recipes the other day, we have truly felt the love of God from both family and friends.

It has become clear to me that Heavenly Father has had this family gathering, the central event being Guy's baptism, on His radar for quite some time.

The proof is in so many tiny miracles and tender assurances that pop up at every turn.  

The most recent one came today.  As I was searching for a picture to hang, I found instead this Relief Society Literary contest pamphlet that my Mom entered in 1982.  She wrote a piece about me at age 4.5.  She gave me the pamphlet with a host of other books some time ago, but I only just took a moment to read it today.

How appropriate that it would be entitled "First Potatoes" as I get ready to peel potatoes for my "first Thanksgiving" gathering as the woman of the house. (Finally, yay!!!)

Thanks, Mom (and Dad!), for giving me this and so many other gifts and the confidence to say, "Well, I can do it--I's a Mudder, ain't I?"

After all, you always lived that phrase.  I just followed you.

And that's probably why I call all my own girls "Little Mama."  Because the cycle continues.

And now I have my own little Mamas to raise.

My Baby Soft-Sounds

My Real Baby Honor!

Have a great Thanksgiving, everyone!

PS - For the record that koala looked good when I got through with it...my sister on the other hand...not to much, I'm guessing.  And yes, I still cut my own hair!