So we had a great Sunday... an especially great testimony meeting.  It seemed powered by women. Mothers, sisters, daughters all got up and shared inspiring words that brought the spirit straight to my heart. Since Scott's parents left on their mission, we've been reminiscing (mostly Scott and his siblings- I just sit in and admire the stories) about the things his parents would do when they were little. Funny stories, happy stories, stories that make us all laugh until we cry. Its gotten me thinking... about the kind of mother I want my kids sitting around remembering together in 30 years. Will they remember a mom who played with them? Who would love them whenever they needed it? Who spent all her time serving? (OR a mom who said "no" too much- spent too much time on the computer- and let them watch too many movies.) I realized that I have the power right now to be creating these memories for Ryan. And to be setting the habits and patterns that will create these memories for future siblings.  So back to the testimony meeting. I realized as I sat there listening to these moms tell their children the things they knew were true in their hearts that the one thing more important than any other to me, was that my children knew I had a testimony. That they knew their mother believed in Heavenly Father. That she knew He knew her, and loved her. That she knew Jesus Christ was her Savior. And that she could do anything with their help.  I felt so warm as I realized this, because I knew that creating this memory was something I had complete power over- it was something I could start making happen right now. 

Realizing all of this gave me motivation to start working on improving other memories... I think the next  one will be a mom who loved to be silly.