This week...

This week:

I made this. Mine wasn't so pretty as I made it in humungo quantities, but it was delish. Most everything from this particular blog looks pretty delish.

I cheered on Shellie as she installed my new shelf. Let's stop and think of the things in my house that would not be in existence if it weren't for her... hmm... the list is long!

I watched Bex paint himself blue at the children's museum. Breathe, Amberly. It's only paint and it's all fully washable. And he was thrilled with himself.

I had an pivotal phone conversation. The kind that gives me butterflies in my stomach before it happens, but turned out better than I expected.

I wore my son's socks.

I took Beckham off of the kitchen table where he was dancing merrily, about 57 times.

I listed stuff on craig's list.

I bought stuff off of ebay.

I prayed for heartaches to be eased and for peace to prevail.

I visited the temple and found gratitude for so much.

I sent flowers to a mourning family.

I struggled with my indecisiveness.

I swam with my children and watched their confidence increase.

I missed my sister.

I went to bed too late, too much and have no regrets.

I kissed three sets of cheeks lots and lots.

I took turns running with Cooper.

I had a very vivid dream involving someone from my past. I think I have those a lot, but seldom remember them once I'm awake. This one fused right into my awake self and was so real. What prompts dreams like that?

I danced with Seneca.

I read part of this.

I'm happy.