The extra strength we need.

I look forward to Conference weekend. It always seems to rejuvenate my spirit. It gives me hope and inspires me to be a better person. I remember when I was younger that it was so long and so boring. I want my kids to like it and I really do think they listen and get more out of it than I did when I was younger.  I love that on Saturday night I know that I am going to get together with my mom and sister(s) when they are in town.  It is just an over all good time.  This Saturday night Brynn got down on the floor and colored with the littles.  They loved this.  Especially since they don't see her much since Uncle Michael has come home.

We have started a new tradition a few times back and the kids enjoy it.  Each time a word is said they get to take a candy from the representing tin.  This helps them hold their attention.  It also makes it so that I can hear some of what is being said.  

This time though, it just seemed like it wasn't in the cards for me to hear a word.  I was very frustrated and I am pretty sure Sunday night ended in tears by me.   I have hopes and expectations that didn't happen.  I really need to stop doing that.  I can always read it later.  It was funny to see all the posts on instagram about all the wonderful things kids and families were doing that weekend.  Turns out that a lot of the moms I talked to said they had the same frustrating experience.  I guess I need to chill out a bit.