Mother's Day

Here's my obligatory shout-out to all the moms.

Happy Day to you.

My blog-post from last year about my mom is still applicable.

The CUTEST thing EVER happened at church today. After sacrament meeting, my friend Amy walked up to me with her 8-year-old son, Henry. Amy had a sort of puzzled and amused expression on her face as she told me that Henry wanted to ask me something. Then, Henry invited me to dinner at their house. I told him that he was very thoughtful to ask, but I had to take a raincheck because I had already planned to have my mother over for a Mother's Day dinner at my house. After he went to his primary class, Amy explained to me that he had come up with the plan on his own during church and (randomly) asked permission to invite me.

Fast forward to the end of church when all the kids came rushing into the Relief Society room to give their moms the cute Mother's Day pins they made for them. Here comes Amy and Henry again. This time Henry hands me a pin he made for me that says in cute little 8-year-old boy handwriting, "Your the best". How sweet is that?! Amy whispered to me that she wasn't sure what sparked Henry's sudden interest in me but we both agreed that it was about the cutest thing ever.

The funny thing is that I don't have much interaction with Henry. I'm not sure if I've really even spoken to him in the past few months. But on this Mother's Day, something sparked in him to do something nice for me. Maybe he's had a lesson recently in church or at home about being nice to the older, single ladies. Ha ha. Who knows? But it got me thinking ... sometimes people say they don't want to be a "charity" case. We know from the scriptures that charity is the pure love of Christ. It was clear that Henry was feeling Christ-like today and I feel blessed and honored to have been his charity case.

New Roomie

This side of my house is now occupied.

Yes, I now have a roommate. It's crazy to be sharing my space again. Over the years my stuff has magically expanded and filled every room and closet in my house. (I'm not sure how that happened) So, I had to have a major cleanup day to get the room ready for her. I had to move everything out including the treadmill, clothes from the closet, office stuff, random stuff, and lots of other stuff ... and then move a bed into that room. I took the doors off the hinges and then, with my mom as my assistant, I proceeded to move all of the heavy items including a mambo, jambo treadmill and two big ol' televisions. Impressed? I was.

The unfortunate thing was that all of the "stuff" that once filled two rooms, had to be crammed into one room. Now my "spare" bedroom is packed.

AFTER THE MOVE, AND BEFORE THE ORGANIZING:

AFTER THE ORGANIZING:

It's still pretty random and cluttered in there, but hey, if you ever get the urge to read a book, pay bills, iron clothes, shred some documents, wrap presents, do crafts, try on some winter clothes and/or workout, this is your room because it's all within arm's reach.

All of that clutter kinda makes you want to move in this room (below), doesn't it?

Too late. It's occupied.