Conversations with a three year old

I took the dripping wet little boy out of the bath. I began to towel dry him off with an old peach colored towel. His little teeth chattering away. It is small battle of drying him off; he goes one way, while the towel moves the other. As I rub his little head dry, I can see the waves growing back through. He looks at me with his big green eyes and smiles.
"Thanks, Mom," he tells me.
"For what, honey?" I ask.
"For me."

Bubba Jones

*My many apologies that this post is way over due!

The night before Bubba Jones was born, there was the most incredible thunder storm I had ever heard or witnessed. The thunder was so loud and so low that it awoke not only us but it set off all of the car alarms in the neighborhood. It kept an anxiuous mother to be (again), awake most of the night. I listened to the beautiful sounds of Gods blessings. The weather was miserable the enitre day that he was born. It even snow that September 22nd. The day of his birth was not only the first day of fall but it was also the start of Rosh Hashanah and the anniversary of Joseph Smith recieving the Gold Plate from Moroni. I can't help but think that the storm was Heaven was of ushering in the birth of my son.
We just celebrated his 3rd birthday. He is a testimony of miracles. He is a joy to our lives and we would not be complete without him.

Born at the Right time

By Paul Simon

Down among the reeds and rushes

A baby boy was found

His eyes as clear as centuries

His silky hair was brown

Never been lonely

Never been lied to

Never had to scuffle in fear

Nothing denied to

Born at the instant

The church bells chime

And the whole world whispering

Born at the right time

....

Too many people on the bus from the airport

Too many holes in the crust of the earth

The planet groans

Every time it registers another birth

....

Born at the instant

The church bells chime

And the whole world whispering

Born at the right time