This seems to have been a reoccurring theme for the past week or so, and it all came to a head this weekend. The weekend started off with a nice run in the morning. As I was watering plants and doing some quick weeding I hear this weird noise coming from behind me, over my neighbors house. I turned around to see this enormous hot air balloon floating just above our houses. We see them often on the weekends during the summer, but I have never seen one this close. It was fascinating. When I went to the back of the house the balloon followed and it flew really low right over our back yard. All of a sudden I heard Heidi talking to Hilary. They had their window open in their bedroom. Heidi had seen it and so she woke Hilary up to show her the balloon. It was so cute. So it ended up landing right past our back yard in this big field. I have never seen one land there. I was so fascinated with the entire thing. It was just a cool thing to get the day started.
Then Heidi and I went up to Salt Lake to get pedicures with my niece. Sunday was Lance's sisters birthday. She died almost two years ago, so we got pedicures because that is what we did on her last birthday here on earth. It was fun to reminisce and think about what a great influence she has had on all of our lives. We sure miss her. The world just isn't as pretty without her. It gives me comfort to know that she is taking care of Trevin and Tatum for us. I am sure it is a real party with her there. (side note, these were the best pedicures ever!! I have only had a handful, but these ladies knew how to do it right. They massaged our legs and did such a good job on our toes. It was fantastic. Heidi was so cute and appreciative and happy to be there).
We went back to our own ward after their sacrament meeting. Our Relief Society class was on Baptism. The poor teacher didn't get the message that she would be teaching that week, so she was not as prepared as she would have liked, so she begged for any comments that we might have to add to the class. She started talking about our baptisms and what we remembered and then we talked about our own children's baptisms, and how that was different. Then she started talking about why we baptize at the age of 8. How we believe that children shouldn't be baptized until they understand the difference between right and wrong, etc. Then she made the comment, "wouldn't it be great if all of our kids could die before the age of 8, then we wouldn't have to worry about them sinning, and making mistakes". I felt every ones eyes focus on me. I giggled a little and leaned next to the person sitting next to me and whispered "it's not as great as it seems", or something to that affect. She then giggled. The teacher, (who moved in right during or just after Tatum died), saw us and asked why we were giggling. So I told her that it isn't as great as it seems. At one point in the lesson I had shared a thought and I had said that we had an older son that had died before Halea. So the teacher caught herself and said, "Oh yes, you had a son who died. How old was he?" I said that he was 18 months, and we had lost another daughter not too long ago that was just over a year old. She apologized for her flippant comment. I assured her that I was not offended, and I wasn't. Everyone in that room has had their own cross to bare. The teacher herself was living in our neighborhood because she and her husband had moved in with their son because his wife had died just a few months after giving birth to their 10th baby! So, we ALL have our trials. I am so aware of this fact.
I was so grateful for this weekend. It was such a good reminder that Heavenly Father is mindful of all of us. He is there helping us all along the way, if we will just allow Him in to our hearts. If we look, we will not be able to deny His hand in our lives. We just have to look.