July Eleventh.

It's 10:20pm and folks, it's hot as blazes in our house right now. I love it.

I made chicken chimichangas for dinner and we've played with the puppies all evening long.

Morgan has been in bed two different times now and hasn't quite made it to sleep just yet. Right now, he's playing in the hallway with his Caterpiller dump truck that he got for his birthday last year. The hallway lights are off which makes for special fun because the dump truck twinkles when you push the buttons on the side.

My child is a boy. Through and through. He would live outside with the puppies if he could - if it weren't for his mother who insists that he come inside in the evenings to be bathed and lotioned, to go to bed smelling like heaven. Because sometimes, after he's fast asleep, that mother of his lifts his heavy little toddler body and brings him to lay between her and her other darling where they both kiss his little face and softly tickle his tummy, and secretly wish he would never ever change.

My heart seems to be brimming tonight. I have so much to be thankful for. Life is full of sweetness and beauty. And there is so much comfort and strength that can come from recognizing the perfection in Heavenly Father's eternal plan for His children. He loves us. We are his. I understand a little more about that now that I have my own little one. And that's sort of what it's all about.