Being Whisked

As a wife and mother I need to be organized. I have my goals and ideas, my lists and plans. I love having a plan, and following through. For example; the Richards family planned a surprise birthday party for Aunt Heather in California.

And good for Tim Burke for doing everything! He must be a meticulous planner. I can see how he's a yin to Heather's yang.

Anyway, back to our planned vacation... We planned dinners, brunches, rounds of golf, airport rides, and more golf. We had all this planning going on, but we didn't calculate the Heather Factor! Which reads: There shall be no making of plans, and all previously made plans are subject to immediate change when deemed necessary (or unnecessary). Of course, I'm teasing Heather. I love her spontaneity. The best part of the whole weekend was when she whisked Miley and me and great-grandma Kay off to the beach (as much as you can whisk an 80+ year-old). I'll have to admit to having a quiet panic attack during the rush to leave. It definitely was not a planned outing. Therefore, I definitely forgot my camera. So no pictures of Miley in her cute beach dress :<

I am trying to be more spontaneous. And it's fun! I went for a run at a weird time of day-- didn't bring my music or my watch (love to make sure I'm doing my 8 min/mile pace). So I just beat out my steps to the tune that had been stuck in my head all day. It was a surprisingly fun run that took me off the beaten path.

And this post is me trying to be spontaneous. You see, I usually worry and fret about my posts. Reading and rereading, and ultimately editing out most of what I've written. A lot of what I write is probably useless, or strays too far off the subject... what was I writing about? Oh yah, spontaneity! I need to find another word for spontaneous. I've typed it too many times. I'll have to do some editing... :)
So we had a great weekend at Georgia's house. Thank you for everything Tim and Georgia! We love you!

My Boys

Anyone who knows Ike would say that he's a daddy's boy. And it's true! But what most people don't realize is that it goes both ways. My hubby is crazy about his little buddy. See how cute they are together? This is Isaac's normal smile, and daddy is matching it perfectly! They are a match made in heaven. When Isaac was born, I couldn't take care of him (major post-partum issues). Hubby stepped in and saved baby Ike, our marriage, our family, and my life (I might be over dramatizing it a little--but he is my hero for a reason!). I always felt guilty for not getting that baby bonding time. Then the guilt turned into jealousy when Ike obviously preferred daddy to me. But that jealousy dissolves when I look at pictures like this. How could I feel anything but exceeding joy? (Hubby laughs at me whenever I use Book of Mormon phrases in my everyday language)

Inspired

I have the best calling EVER! A couple weeks ago I was called to serve as the Relief Society's Secretary Assistant. But listen to this... my real calling (or project) is to create and manage the Relief Society's BLOG! How fun is that? So that's why I haven't posted here for the past few weeks. All my creative energy and time have been spent on those two other blogs.
You know how they say that callings come from inspiration? Well, it's true! A couple of months ago I started having a secret wish that the Relief Society would have a blog so us dedicated bloggers could keep up on ward news. I even thought about volunteering for the task, but I never brought it up with the RS presidency. I guess I thought my idea was... I don't know, selfish or something. But when Bro. Buckway asked if I would be in charge of creating a blog for the RS, my attitude went from Oh crap, I'm getting a calling. To: Wow! That's the best calling ever! I even teared up.
I have to tell you that I am having so much fun in the RS presidency. Such neat ladies...