June 7, 2009
My R.S. Lesson today was on The Welfare Program and I focused on work and self-reliance. As I was preparing my lesson, a poem jumped into my brain about life at our home:
It's 6:00 am at my house, prayers and scriptures... well, they're done- hip hooray!
Robert's been up for an hour now, oils the truck, pulls some weeds, then bales hay.
The kids, well, they're smiling so sweetly, the breakfast dishes are already done;
Jessi loves sweeping crumbs from the clean kitchen floor, Kayci wipes the window to greet the morning sun.
Where's Jake? Oh, he's out in the garden- pulling weeds- his MOST FAVORITE THING;
We hold hands as we skip to grab shovels, then together, we harmoniously sing.
The garden has just a few weeds now, 'cuz we do this every day;
So soon, we're back inside of the house, we clean the clutter- a mess? There's NO WAY!
We polish every surface until it brilliantly shines, so really, you COULD eat off the floor;
We sit back to take a rest and the kids anxiously ask, "Mom, when can we do this some more?"
OK, so I read this to the kids and Jake says, "Mom, that poem is a lie."
YA THINK???? But seriously, can I just have a moment to dream?
My cute husband, Robert
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