We had a good good week this week! We were healthy and happy and sunny all week(with a little bit of rain, but how I love the rain!!)
Landon:
First off, he hasn't gotten his hair cut in over 8 weeks. He's holding out til his favorite hairstylist (his sis) can come and do it for graduation. But it's sooo long. Can he wait two more weeks to save 10 dollars?
He has three days of class left. Three. Tres. Twa. Whoa! Whoa. Yay!!! Whoa.
He is the ward mission leader in our ward right now. He has seriously been working so hard these past two years to do what God wants for our ward. He always tells me and other missionaries that miracles happen at the end of things, so you have to keep working or you'll miss them. "End of days, end of weeks, end of transfers, end of missions." Well in the last 8 days 5 people have been baptized and one person accepted and invitation to be baptized in three weeks. Miracles people. Of course this isn't because of what Landon did, though he had a small part, I'm just proud of him for working til the very very end!! I'm also just extremely happy for both families and for our lucky ward :). It's been amazing to watch.
Becca:
I had a really good week!! I was able to take one of my favorite young women to breakfast Saturday morning. I helped set up for Jessica's reception. I wrote more of my book. I went to a wonderful girls night and the next night a fun birthday dessert night. We were invited to go to a stake youth standards night, to discuss what the youth are struggling with and how the leaders can help them. We started planning a crazy sick road trip. Good good good week!
I don't know why I'm sharing this part other than I feel like I should. But I also went to two sessions of counseling this week. This past year I've wondered off and on if I have been experiencing some postpartum depression. Finally I decided that I need to do something about it. So I went to my doctor to get my hormones checked out and then he recommended a counselor. In just two sessions I was able to process some things I haven't been able to and set up a game plan for if I find myself spiraling again. My counselor did think that I've probably experienced postpartum depression throughout this last year and that honestly made me feel so much better. I was scared to death to go talk to someone. Both sessions I was scared. Landon gave me a blessing and I prayed like crazy!! But I just kept having Elder Hollands voice in my mind, "If you had appendicitis, God would expect you to seek a priesthood blessing and get the best medical care available. So too with emotional disorders. Our Father in Heaven expects us to use all of the marvelous gifts He has provided in this glorious dispensation." So I went. It helped. I'm still me and I'm still capable and it's okay that I've been experiencing this. And it's not something anyone needs to tip toe around or feel sorry for me for. We all have hard things. We all have our own "appendicitis". But I have enough of you friends who read this blog, and if you ever experience this or wonder if you are, just know it's real! And not that I even know that much about PPD, I know the little I've experienced, so you can talk to me too if you want :).
Jax:
Is loved and loves. He is the sweetest smartest most special four year old. He thinks his daddy is so old and can't get over the fact that 29 is a HUGE number. "Wow! That's like bigger than anything. That's a lot a lot. 29 is huge. Wow."
Ty:
He breastfed for the last time yesterday. He's not my baby anymore. He's standing by himself for seconds at a time and I have a feeling he'll be walking in less than a month. He is happy and pleasant and flexible and lovable and smiley and excited. Oh we could eat him up!!!!