My one of my sister-in-laws wrote to day about some of her perfect moments and asked what was one of mine. I sat here today with the kids asleep and tried to think if I had any and what they where and this is what I came up with.
1. Playing in the river with the water rushing over the dam the wind in the trees blowing a sweet summer smell, scoping up baby Minos and throwing them at my sister and cousins, with out a care in the world.
2. Realizing for the first time the world does not revolve around me and that there is something bigger out there and I am just a small part of it. It may seem a little scary at first but to get outside yourself and feel, care and live for others is a great feeling.
3. Understanding that mistakes happen, some good some bad but if we can learn from them, then we grow and have experience for the next time. Having knowledge is power, and with power you can grow by leaps and bounds.
4. Enjoying my kids with a since humility, in aw that I would be entrusted with such a precious spirit, to raise, mold and develop them into something GREAT. Not knowing why really that Heavenly Father trust me to do that, but accepting the responsibility with an emotional attachment to each one.
These of course are not all. Our lives are filled with these moments. Our lives are not perfect. But perfect moments occur and penetrate our hearts and fill us with passion for all that is good and real and true. It speaks to the truest part of ourselves. Then when the storms of affliction rage, we find ourselves stepping out into the wind to let it blow wildly through our hair as we dance in spinning circles on tiptoes...and suddenly the storm looks very different than it did a moment before.
