So I am sitting here in a quiet house, that is half clean, and I had the urge to write, so I am. I have been meaning to write for a while, but just haven't found the right time. Even though I have been putting my kids to bed at an EARLY 7PM because of some really emotional drama, I still find myself sitting watching TV to exhausted to do much more. So this is why I am writing instead of cleaning my house, going to run an errand, or anything else. So here I go.

I have caught a glimpse. The other day as I was walking our dog I caught a glimpse of what it would be like to feel well again. I felt good, I walked with ease, no pain, I felt light, like I had lost 20 LBS (not true of course), I just felt good. I then thanked my Heavenly Father for that glimpse and silently prayed for more.....here is the more.

I read blogs, that is what I do. I love to see what other people are doing, I love to see how they handle situations, read how their family grows, I get a glimpse in their lives. That is what blogs are right? They are just a glimpse of others and how they are living. I get a lot of those glimpses.

I read about a young mother who takes her children to story time and the library each week.
I read about a mother who is suffering in the hospital while her children are being raised by her sisters.
A mother that cooks meals for her child so she can have a good healthy life (without gluten).
A family that just lost a little boy, their first child and then rejoiced when they delivered another.

I could go on, I just wanted to say I love all of these glimpses. I even get some at the grocery store, or at the mall, church or the park. They are everywhere. All of these little glimpses reminded me of my life. Remember I prayed for more. When I see a glimpse of a young mother with her children at the store or read about them in a blog I remember not to long ago I was a young mother. There was a time when time moved slower, where I didn't work and I devoted most of my time (all of my time) to my two young girls. We went to story time, the zoo, the library every week, the mall, play groups, we had arts and crafts, I did a lot. (I also was a better house keeper than I am now). I remember the times of struggle when my girls were bad at the store, or when I had to change diapers, the days of binkys, or blanket sniffing (HAHA), onesies, jumpers, bouncy seats, snugglies, baby food, toddler food, little shoes, and all that good stuff. It is because of these recent glimpses that I can be thankful for all of those wonderful things. To the young mothers out there it does get easier, just keep on keeping on. I have thanked my Heavenly Father once again for letting me remember these memories, and boy do I wish we had blogs back then.

A glimpse of a mother with her teenage children, make me wonder what it will be like to have my own teenagers, will I have taught them to be a righteous daughter of God, will they be able to Choose the Right? I can't predict the future but I hope and pray for the right things to teach now. I'll have to let you know about this one.

When I sit back and watch my girls, now 9 (almost 10) and 6 year old I sometimes get a glimpse of what they might be. I see MA helping her little sister across a busy street, or reach something for her that is out of her reach. I have watched MA teach EK her alphabet, colors, numbers and many many other things. I watch MA blossoming into a beautiful young lady as her body changes, and she goes from being a young child into a young lady. I can get a glimpse of her beauty, her grace, her daughter of God image. I also get a glimpse of EK and how she is such a good little girl. She LOVES everything, especially life (sometimes I wish I had this), she can sometime love to much, (like hugging the dog so hard he can't breathe). I catch a glimpse of her helping her big sister, comforting others around that need it. I get a glimpse of her in the mirror talking to herself about how beautiful her red hair is, hugging another person that needs a hug. Asking to help all those around that need help. A glimpse of her in the yard ever so carefully caring for her weeds, (watering them, singing to them, making sure they don't get mowed over), I get a glimpse ever so often of what a wonderful young women she will be someday. I then again thank Heavenly Father for these glimpses and ask for more.

One day I saw a older lady and older man holding hands. I can't remember if it was in the mall or at the polling place where I voted. They were so in love, he respected her, she respected him and then I think about me and my TG. I get a glimpse of us growing old together, voting (or shopping) together still holding hands, triumphed over all of our trials. Enjoying our life together. I am thankful that I have this TG in my life. Even though sometimes I feel overwhelmed with marriage, and trying to make him feel validated and getting caught up in daily life, that I forget about us. This is where the glimpse from the blog also comes in. Where a mother and wife is struggling to survive and her husband is there with her, suffering himself. Beautiful. I then remember TG and myself, remember our start, how he has been by my side in horrible times, and I by his. When so many might have lost faith in him, I didn't. We stuck it out and still are. Even though our love story might not be as famous, there is still one there and I still have to remember that, and then I thank my Heavenly Father for these glimpses, and silently beg for more.

One more glimpse I am given. I have been struggling with everything lately. My health, my spirituality, scripture reading, temple attendance, etc.. So one day at my lowest while I was laying in bed wondering how am I ever going to get up I caught a glimpse. It wasn't something I saw or read it is something in my mind. I caught a glimpse of myself in the Temple looking in the mirror. I then remember the glimpse we get in the Temple. How if we do what is right and follow the teachings (be good as my dad would always say), we can return to our Heavenly Father. I got another glimpse of TG and I on our special day, remembering our promises, a glimpse of the love that is there. I felt so blessed and loved to be able to remember these things. The peace you can feel there and in my life when close to the spirit. This was the best glimpse of all and then I remember I can go there, and be there in person. I then thanked my Heavenly Father, and instead of asking for more, just said thank you for loving me.

It has been a really great time having all of these little glimpses into my past, present, and future. I will continue to have them I am sure, but I just wanted to write about them. I love my Heavenly Father, and I am thankful to know him, I don't say it enough I am sure.