Porter Post

Bedtime. Mom's have a lot of feels about "bedtime." Lately bedtime has been oh, so sweet in the Porter house. I love it, even though it's not perfect. After everyone does their nightly jobs and routines we re-group to read the scriptures. We're currently working through the Book of Mormon, which was Cameron's request after receiving his own copy for his birthday in May. There's something about sitting to read the scriptures that screams, "MOVE AROUND LIKE YOU HAVE ANTS IN YOUR PANTS, ELBOW YOUR BROTHER IN THE RIBS HARD, FALL OFF THE COUCH AND HIT YOUR HEAD (YOU NEED ANOTHER GOOSE EGG), AND TRIP SPENCER AS HE AIMLESSLY WANDERS BY JUST FOR GOOD MEASURE." It's a mystery, but we'll work with it. Now whoever can sit on their bums and listen during scripture time can stay after prayer to read a few more books before bed. This has been working well, especially now that we've gotten our Halloween books out. Tonight, after we read books Ja...

Beauty in our remembrance of Mom: It took losing Mom for me to realize what it meant just to have her, just to have a mom . Take note everyone, that's a hard lesson to learn. The beauty lies in that I love her harder and deeper. We are going to have a happy and tender reunion. Death, for me, seems less scary knowing that Mom will be there waiting for me. Mom will be memorialized for the grandkids in a different way now. Of course we wish they could grow up with her in person, but the way we talk about her and the stories we tell will paint a vivid and even angelic picture of her in their minds. We won't pretend that she was flawless, because nobody is, but their vision of her will be softer and brighter around the edges because of the extra dose of love that has grown out of our deepened appreciation for her. I think she would call that beauty for ashes too. Watching each of my siblings get up before me to speak at Mom's funeral and seeing the dimples that she passed ...