Conference Weekend

I love conference weekend--especially Sunday. I love staying in my jammies all day and being spiritually uplifted from my couch and/or bed. I love the music, the talks...just everything. I didn't do as good a job this time of making the boys watch. Chris watched the first part on Saturday, but then he had an audition and he never watched any more. I missed parts yesterday, but I recorded it. Now--to actually watch it. That's my Achilles heel when it comes to recording conference. It's hard to go back and watch it! It shouldn't be, but it is.



So far, President Monson's talk at the end of the Sunday morning session pierced me the most. I'm terrible at service. I will do whatever is asked of me, but I'm really bad about seeking out ways to serve. I'm a selfish person at heart and I'd rather sit on my bed playing Facebook games than get out and *do*. I loved the idea of the jar of "warm fuzzies." I may share that with our counselor at school. And I'm hoping to institute it here in our home as well. I don't think I've done a good enough job of teaching the boys about serving. I know I haven't been a good example. But I believe in the adage that it's never too late.

Elder Holland's powerful testimony of the Book of Mormon was another spell-binding talk. I just love the feelings in my heart that his words brought forth. It was an amazing weekend. I'm so glad for the technology that gives us the chance to see it live right in our own living room. I'm grateful for the Gospel and for a Heavenly Father and His Son, Jesus Christ, who love me infinitely, completely and perfectly. I'm grateful for a husband who introduced me to the Gospel and a family who loves me and takes care of me when I need it. I grateful for my boys who have really stepped up this year to help out and do what needs to be done.

Conference weekend always seems to remind me: I love my life!