When Amy Turned 4

Somehow the age of 4 was a milestone. One that was hard for me to get over. Not with any of the other children, just with Amy. Probably because she is the baby and will probably remain that way for our family. We have enjoyed every one of our children very much. 

Through her growing up, I have come to realize how grateful I am that I still have young ones in the home to "mommy" and take care of. I have absolutely loved being a mom!

Just like with every birthday, Grandma and Grandpa Alger called to wish Amy a Happy Birthday. 

Glued to the hip as these sisters are, it was not surprising to see Alyssa want to listen in on the conversation. 

We had a little cake mix left over, so I made her a giant cupcake. 

I think it turned out better than her cake. My cake baking skills have something to be desired lately. 

She had her two best friends over to celebrate with her siblings. I 

It was a lot of fun and she got more My Little Ponies, which made it the best birthday EVER! ;)

My baby girl is growing up. 

*whimper* 

Life Gets Busy

Being so busy lately I have failed to share on this blog much. I have often thought that this blog's purpose is the only reason I ever started blogging in the first place. To keep in touch with loved ones and keep somewhat of a journal and scrapbook photos as well as share, blogging makes it easy to do all at once.

 I haven't been in touch too much with those I love. This isn't normal for me. I went through somewhat of a recooperation funk for the months of Jan-March. When this ended I gained a great deal of motivation to get things done around our house, leading to a more consistent share on my Shelstring blog. But now I miss Mommy-Bug because it is here that I share the things that are truly precious to me and closest to my heart.

My family and my thoughts and feelings as well as experiences with them. So I am making a renewed commitment to share. Not concerned so much with who is reading, as much as who will benefit from it some day.

Today is Easter Sunday, and as I write this, I am filled with a great love for my Savior. I have been feeling a profound gratitude and recognition for what he knew I was worth in His sacrifice for me.

I read in a message recently that a woman expressed after many years of hardship and trial that she realized that she was like a $20 bill.

 No matter what happens to a $20 bill, whether it is crumpled, torn, abused, or cared marred, it is still worth it's full value.













She understood that a loving Father in Heaven knew our worth and was willing to sacrifice what was so special to Him in order that we could maintain our worth and be worthy to live with Him again.

How thankful I am for this true principle. It rings true in my heart. When I stop to think about what my loved ones mean to me, then I realize what I alone mean to my Father in Heaven. What a beautiful knowledge.

What a blessing. Happy Easter to all of you, and may you remember that you are of so much worth that He gave his life for you.