Home

Today I took Lilly up to go swing and play in the rocks up at my mom and dads house. She ran around, wanted to ring the doorbell over and over, played in the rocks, played on the swings, then we went in for an unexpected lunch from my mom. I didn't plan on going over so my mom could make me lunch, we just happened to be there long enough for lunch time to roll around. I don't know what it is about being "home", but sometimes it feels so good. My mom could make me a piece of toast, and it would taste better than if I made it myself. So funny how that is. I feel so lucky to be close to my parents. I can see now, when my parents were called to be mission presidents, it was so hard on my older siblings. I love being close so they can watch Lilly grow. I love when I pull up into their driveway, Lilly smiles and knows where we are. And, I love that when I need advice or just somewhere to go to get out of the house, I can call on my mom or just head over there. But the truth of the matter is, no matter where my parents are...on a mission or just up the street...it will feel like home just being in there presence. Now, as a parent myself, I hope to provide Lilly and this new little one with that same comfort. I hope they will feel like they are "home" when they are with me and Anton. I love knowing that I can always go "home", but what I love even more is that Anton and I are creating that "home" for our little family. A place for them to get refuge from the world, a place where they will always be loved, a place where they will always be safe and a place that will always bring them comfort.