When We're the Ones Who Aren't There

Happy Leap Day :)!

Over and over last night, Josiah would wake just enough to notice he couldn't feel me. He would squirm and fuss until his hand found my chin (his favorite way to snuggle someone, we're not exactly sure why. You can't pick him up in a good mood for more then twenty seconds before he's rubbing, patting, and, at times, absentmindedly clawing, at your chin, lol.), or I laid my hand on his arm. Over and over, he would relax at finding me there, and then roll over, just to fuss again at not being able to tell where I was. He's gotten really good at sleeping through the night for the most part, but there are still times (usually after we've had a busy day) where he just can't sleep without being touched.

After this happened again, for probably the fifth time, I reached over and told him, "It's okay. I'm right here." Then I added to myself, "You're the one who keeps moving, anyway, not me."

And then I realized that that must be how God feels at times. We want to ask Him where He has been through such and such a time, when in all honestly, we have been so wrapped up in ourselves, that we haven't looked up to see Him standing right at our shoulder with the help we needed so desperately, like a Father who has the right part to his son's airplane model that he has been frantically trying to replace after losing the piece by not putting it away when he was told.

Being awake at three o'clock at night isn't always a bad thing ;).

I also wanted to inform my blog readers of two things; one, there is a giveaway for some GORGEOUS items (the ones shared in this picture :) ) going on at this blog. You might want to head over and check it out :). Also, I'm planning a blog series inspired by the book "Choosing Gratitude" next month, so check back regularly if you're interested in those :)!

Blessings in our Savior,

Bri :)

Fluffy Hair and Picture Books

This little guy has had that little tuft of hair standing straight up ever since his last bath. We have combed, wet, and combed it again countless times, but it just WILL not laying down, haha! It's adorable...

One of my very favorite things to do with my little brothers and sisters is to all pile on my bed with blankets and picture books. I love a sweet story with perfect pictures :). Daddy was laughing at me last night, because Tori and Mama were telling the little ones that they had to find me before they started reading the new children's books that had just come in the mail, because they both knew that if they read them without my knowledge, there would deep disappointment ;). Josiah has been very into books lately, and Tori wanted some new stories to read to him, and she thought the Pigeon books would be the very thing.

"Don't Let the Pigeon Drive the Bus" was first introduced to us by my Aunt. She is constantly either taking the little ones to the library, or going there and picking some books up before we get there (depending on how long we'll be staying), to read while we're visiting. I was about seven when this was one of the ones she brought out, and I spent a good bit of my time during the rest of the visit drawing the pigeon until I had him "perfect". Haha! It WAS exactly like the one in the book... looking at him now, that isn't all that impressive ;), but at that time I thought it was, haha!

The ones Tori got this time were a couple of the ones with the duckling in it as well... I think they are her favorite simply because the duckling reminds her so much of Peter, haha! She was reading them last night, and it has the duckling "scootity-scoot-scoot"ing onto the page, and she was like, "Peter! You even scoot when you walk! I don't how, but that's what you do!"

Have a good night! I'm off to do some reading with a couple small people :).