wait a minute mister postman.

Dear Jane,
I just sealed up your letter and will drop it off with the postman tomorrow.
Hope you feel what I felt while I wrote to you. I've prayed long and hard that you will except my letter, because it's from your son.
Rebecca

bananas

 

 

Last year my ward had a activity where you were supposed to create a family flag. I made it and put it in Jason's trunk. The activity got rained out and my flag sat in his car for a year. We did the activity again this year and when I went to pull my flag out I found it like this. Jason says it now represents our family even better. We are chaos!  I stole the crest from the Bluth family crest. Not the whole thing just the bananas and the chicken. I added the apron though. That's why I named the blog this. I seriously always have my apron on at the house. Jamie told me I am giving my boys a false perspective on what a wife and mother look like with my hair always in curlers and a apron on. :) But, I think she is wrong. My mom always had and still has curlers in her hair. I need the apron to keep my clothes nice. So boys, I see nothing wrong with a woman who looks cute and isn't afraid to rock a apron. I will even buy her one if you like.

 

and if you are just dying to know, I used the bananas because that is something Daniel will always eat for me. and when I first did the flag that is about the only solid food he was into at the time.

 

 

who i am

I just finished reading The Eternal Journey: how near death experiences illuminate our earthly lives.
I really enjoyed reading this book. I pondered often during the book about how I lived before I came to earth and how I perhaps knew all that I would be facing and fully agreed to do it. It gives me strength to think about how strong my spirit once was. Wasn't my spirit born first, why then do I allow my physical body to try and be my ruler? It makes me want to fight harder to do all I should be doing to be closer to my Father who is in heaven.

Every day life can be a very daunting  job. I struggle with feelings of being overwhelmed and under prepared to face each and every new day sometimes. If I agreed to these feelings of dispare, then I must have know I could overcome them. I must have sensed just how much I could fight to rise above them.

It was time for a new blog.
For lots of reasons...that I just do not want to go into. I just wanted a fresh new start.

I am writing this for me.