Primary Class

Missing a few kids in this picture..

Last Sunday was my last week as a Primary teacher to the CUTEST 4 year olds I've ever seen.

This made me beyond sad.
The funniest things I've ever heard from children came from these kids.

EVERY WEEK was hilarious with these kids!

Last week was technically supposed to be the last Sunday in our home ward. With Spencer working at Halliburton when we first got married the Bishop told us to stay in our home ward until he was finished living in Vernal so I wasn't going to a new ward by myself..

BUT today Fatalie sang in Sacrament meeting soo that meant we just stayed for the rest of the block.

Sitting in Sunday school I could hear the Primary singing in the next room. I could especially hear one little girl in my class- she is HARD to miss!!

When church was over a few of the kids ran and found me in the hall to show me the pictures they colored. Their genuine love and tight tight hugs will never get old..

I sure will miss those little muchkins!!



Two ends of the spectrum

I'm Mikell. I have an undying love for gumball machines that will never fade. I am immediately drawn to anything pink or sparkly. The bold pink letters of BARBIE will be forever tattooed in my mind, and I still love flipping through the barbie magazine that I still receive in the mail. I look at toys at the store, slowly taking in all of the new toys as I pass mothers my age with kids. I'm not looking to buy things for my children like they are, I'm simply looking for myself..

Then there's the same Mikell but at the other end of the spectrum..

I have slowly been growing up all these years and didnt even know it. Situations have made me stronger, made me wiser- and when those situations have approached again I know how to handle them better. That's when I look back and sigh, and realize I've learned. But yet I'm still learning...

My 17 year old self is laughing at me this very minute because I am now beyond excited about having my own washer and dryer, and my own bathrooms to clean. I enjoy buying laundry detergent and fabric softener. I'm writing this as I'm laying on my bed in my pajamas with my hair draped over the back of my pillow with Country Living magazine opened on my lap. I love this magazine and my subscription will never expire. I'm breathing in pictures of beautiful homes that I want mine to look like too.
I smile as I hear my 17 year old self laughing again. This is the life. My life, and I couldn't ask for anything better..