"If you are still in the process of raising children, be aware that the tiny fingerprints that show up on almost every newly cleaned surface, the toys scattered about the house, the piles and piles of laundry to be tackled will disappear all too soon and that you will—to your surprise—miss them profoundly."
-Pres. Thomas S. Monson

Sunday, May 12, 2013

A Mother's Song

On the wall in the maternity ward at the Heber Valley Medical Center it says, "Isn't it a miracle that every mother has the most beautiful baby in the world."  I love that.  There is nothing more precious to me than Will, Annie and Paige's sweet angel faces.

I feel very humbled that my Father in Heaven has trusted me with three of His precious children.  Knowing this, I can also see how much faith He must have in me.  This gives me such strength and courage on those days when I feel like I'm not good enough.

Mother's Day doesn't feel like a day that I should be celebrated.  Quite the opposite- I feel like I should celebrate them. 
My heart is like a fountain true
that flows and flows with love to you
as chirps the lark unto the tree
so chirps my pretty babe to me 

There is not a rose wherever I seek
as comely as my baby's cheek
there's not a comb of honey bee
so full of sweets as babe to me

There's not a star that shines on high
is brighter than my baby's eye
There's not a boat upon the sea
can dance as baby does to me

No silk was ever spun so fine
as is the hair of baby mine
My baby smells more sweet to me
than smells in spring the elder tree

A little fish swims in the well
So in my heart does baby dwell 
A little flower blows on the tree 
My baby is the flower to me

Ten thousand parks where deer do run
Ten thousand roses in the sun
Ten thousand pearls beneath the sea
my babe more precious is to me.
-Sabine Baring-Gould

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