I want to start by saying that I am so grateful for my husband. He works so hard every day for our family. All week he goes to school and then he spends his weekend at work. It is not easy for him but he does it for us.
This does mean that I have lots of interesting moments where its just me and bug. Bringing things in from the car and going to and from church are especially daunting.
Other moms with understand the eternal dilemma, do you bring the baby in from the car and then leave him in the house? or do you try to carry the baby and groceries in all at once. Sometimes you make the wrong choice. There is nothing as depressing after a long day then trying to get everything into the house only to drop it all in the middle of the parking lot. Saturday night I made that bad decision. I had actually had a really good day with my parents, but they were leaving the next morning and I'll admit I was sad about it. To top it off the baby was screaming and I just wanted to get in the house before he woke up someone else's kid as we walked past their windows. Three steps away from the car I dropped everything except the car seat. Even the stuff I had given DJ to 'carry for mom' (aka the light stuff I tuck into his car seat with him) started rolling away from me. My already raw emotions (saying goodbye to my mom and dad never gets easier) were about to spill out. Next thing I knew two sweet angels from my ward were there helping me pick up the stuff, they even helped me carry it to my house. It may seem like a very little very silly thing but it made my life so much easier.
My next miracle starts with a beef I have with the baby gear industry. Why is it that baby car seat carriers are designed so that only men can carry them with ease? Even tall women carry their baby seats and end up whacking their knees. Baby gets jostled, mom gets bruised, and it looks really awkward. On the other hand even short men are able to carry the things smoothly and with seemingly no effort. Well because David has to work I get to carry DJ from church. I am completely capable to doing it, in fact I do carry it home. However sometimes that thought makes me almost not want to go church. Today David was able to come to sacrament meeting, I could have left with him after the first hour (and I really wanted to). I didn't though. I thought about praying that someone would help me get home, but I didn't because I thought that was silly. I am completely capable of doing this on my own, come on Leslie toughen up! But I want to bear testimony that Heavenly Father hears those half said prayers. As I was getting ready to leave and go home another pair of angels came and offered to carry DJ home.
Neither of these things saved my life, but they did make such a difference. To the people who helped me it did not seem like much, but to me it really was huge. I am so grateful for a Heavenly Father who answers prayers I never even say and for people in my life who listen to the promptings of the angels that lead them to me.
