Hearts

What a perfect month to be writing about hearts.
Last night we had a break up.
There were tears as I held my oldest in my arms just as I did when she was a little baby.
Yet, despite the tears there was so much peace.

Peace in my heart that she would come to me and talk and cry and curl up and sleep between Reed and I.  That she would pour out her heart and let us joke with her and console her and give her spiritual guidance.  Peace that she had come to the realization that this was the right step right now as her own decision.  Peace as her siblings reached out to her and wanted to make sure she was okay. Peace that her aunt had time and an ultra big heart to take her in and do her hair and just talk until the wee hours of the next morning. Peace as I heard her make goals for the future. Peace as she turned this into a good thing and not a bitter and angry one.  Peace that she knew she could move on.

I know it will be hard, but I also know, because of my own experiences, that when we do hard things with a peaceful heart we grow so much and our testimonies of God and his infinite love and are strengthened.  And it is worth it.

Quotes I want to remember from last night:
"It all started with the fish dying"
"I feel peaceful about it."
"I've always known I would marry a guy with dark hair."
"I've known in the back of my mind..."


Man I love this girl.  I am so proud of the mature way she is handling this. I am so grateful to be a mother and feel just a small amount of love that Heavenly Father feels for her.

Her heart is soft.
It will heal.

Her future it bright!!!