I just want to say how incredibly grateful I have felt lately to be able to spend my days with my children. The more I learn of the world, the more and more I realize how the Lord has benevolently poured into my life an unending stream of tender mercies. I am so thankful that I get to hold a tired little baby while he falls asleep, talk to my little girl about heaven and kissing, try to snatch Joseph from his play to have a one minute conversation and read scripture stories with him, and feed him and feed him and feed him, help Spencer look over and over his homework to make sure it's perfect, watch Mckay live his enormously consistent little routine, watch Coy study and play with Seth and read his scriptures (that makes me cry). I'm so grateful that I have felt the warm sun on my shoulders, the spirit in my heart, and that I have the love and companionship of someone who loves the Lord. II am so thankful for a beautiful home (even though I duke it out with the house all day), and taht we have the means to have three meals every single day. I'm so thankful for family members who celebrate birthdays, pray for us, and show us sweet kindness and great examples. I'm so thankful that even though I almost burned the house down yesterday, there isn't a matched sock in the house right now, nor a corner that doesn't need some attention, that the Lord is a merciful being and looks on us with compassion and concern. I am so thankful that no matter how long I live I will never run out of things to work on if I start with myself, at least I think I'm thankful for that:).