This week was nothing really out of the ordinary.  I taught piano lessons, Sydney had coach pitch, my allergies are killing me.  Nothing I haven't touched on already.  So I only have one picture of Sydney dressed like a rock star.

Yesterday, our family went to clean the church.  I hate it when it is our turn.  My boys are too small to really help to we don't get a whole lot done while we are chasing little kids down.  The family we were supposed to be working with called two minutes before we were supposed to be there to say they would be another half an hour, and they had the key.  They decided that one of them would come unlock the building then go home and finish getting ready.  So I showed up with a bad attitude.  However, when I was vacuuming the chapel, Tansy was up at the pulpit "giving a talk."  As I tried to listen over the noise, I heard her shouting, "The Holy Ghost can tell us anything!  Even what Jesus wants to say!  He even talks to the prophet!"  How can one stay grumpy when a four-year-old is bearing her testimony?  It was such a sweet moment for me as a mom.

Speaking of moms, today is Mother's Day!  I am grateful for all of the moms that have touched my life.  My grandmothers are amazing women whom I admire and respect.  But most of all, I am grateful for my mom:

She is the greatest example of kindness, love, and patience you could ever imagine.  She has made me who I am today, and I turned out pretty great, if I do say so myself.  Thank you, Mom!  I love you!