Skip to main content

for the children

i know in a few posts before i have mentioned that i love being around kids. i do. i love them. no this post is not about me trying to tell you im pregnant... because im not. i just have a deep appreciation for the way they think and the things they say. i feel like the world is better place with kids around. whether they are infants and all you can do is stare into their sweet little faces or a little bit older and they are staring to think and do things by themselves.

as i have said before, chris and i were called to be primary teachers. i absolutely adore my class. these four and five year olds are amazing. today the lesson was about obeying the commandments. we were starting to teach the lesson and one of the little girls in class started crying. she said she wanted her mommy. i tried telling her that this class was going to be so fun and that mommies dont get to come to this class. she cried harder (apparently that wasnt the right thing to say). then one of the boys in class said "thats so boring." i asked what is? and he said "shes crying". haha im not sure why, but that was so funny.

we love asking them questions in class and we can see them trying so hard to figure it out. but the best answer they always come up with is jesus christ. and yes.. he is the answer to all our questions right? :) i love this class. they make my day better.

there are many kids around here that whenever i see them, they come running to me and give me great big hugs..(its because im really cool or i always give them treats) i love these beautiful spirits.

so not ready to have any of my own.. thats why i babysit. i can give them back. :)


  1. I love it! Kids really do say the funniest things!
    Thank you for the sweet email . . . I feel the same way about you!

  2. Seriously even if YOU'RE not ready for kids yet I totally think your mom is ready to be a grandmother. Seriously, have you seen all the gray hairs creeping out of her head? You really need to consider the needs of your poor mother who desperately needs to be made a granny. And soon I think. Put those fallopian tubes to work!

    (Sorry Sarah, you still love me right? Misery loves company, what can I say?)

  3. isn't sad that once you get married, you always have to make the comment, No I'm not pregnant to almost every conversation.. (just a thought) thought when the time is right, You'll be a great mom and we will be excited for you. But until then enjoy everyone else's kids. That fun too!

  4. Don't listen to that Stacy chick!!


Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Charlotte May Hendrickson June 5, 2015

I'm going to start by saying I'm on heavy doses of Lortab and Tylenol. I'm seriously having a hard time making complete sentences but I want this to be out so you know what happened. From the beginning of this journey, Chris and I have felt like this has been such a "team" trial. We've had so much support and so many prayers offered on our behalf and that it's such a devastation to everyone that this happened. You are my team and I want you to be in on everything.

I honestly can't believe I'm sitting down at the computer and starting to write this out, again. Trying to explain what just happened, again. Trying to find the words to describe accurately how I feel. So here's my best.

Thursday, June 4, 2015
I had felt her move very gently only three times on Wednesday so when I woke up on Thursday I went straight for the sugary cereal in hopes that would wake Charlotte up and get her moving. I ate and waited. I grabbed a cold water, drank half and …

Two, Four + Six years

Today is kinda a big day. Everything is hitting today. Our sweet Conor would have been two years old a week ago, Owen turned four and in a couple weeks Chris and I have been married for six years. That's a lot of anniversaries. Some great to remember and celebrate and some not. Everybody has those.

Our little buddy Conor would be TWO! See that muffin top down there? That's Conor not Cafe Rio, well maybe a little of both. Conor leaves some strange memories. Although we lost him, his soul, his body, I don't miss him. It that terrible or what?

After his early surprise delivery I was shocked, there's no doubt about that, but I almost immediately felt like he was a big, grown, man taking care of me. Owen didn't realize what was happening, well none of us did. He didn't ask about him everyday, he was just too young to understand. It just didn't seem like the end of the world. Everyone can handle a certain amount of pain and heartbreak right? Compared to Charlotte…

1 Year

It's officially been an entire year since I last held my chunky baby. Some days are doable and some are as if we lost her yesterday. The mysterious thing about grief is comes in waves. Sometimes just small tidal waves brushing the shore full of heartache and sometimes 40 foot waves of rage, anger and depression. You never know which is coming and when. Sometimes it comes from a small argument with a sister and quickly spirals into grief.. arguments are rarely ever about what it started as. I had a break down the other day, I can't even remember what sparked it but it was harsh. It was brutal. I've come to realize that I will grieve as long as I live. That as long as I miss her and as long as I love her I will grieve.

We want her so badly and my mind can't seem to stop from thinking that. I know I can't have her here, but that's all I think about. When I look at my friends babies, at dinner, at the movies, I want her there with us. She would be the same age as t…