I was a complete stress out for about a week or two (or four) prior to the event. Here's the deal. I'm house sitting for my grandparents who are on a mission. That being said, I was feeling lots of pressure to make sure the house looked pristine as did the yard so that no one ran to my sweet grandmother to tell her I'm trashing her house. Cause I'm not. Phew. I think I succeeded.
Saturday turned into "stress-out Saturday" as I cracked the whip on my dear husband to get the garden tilled and the remaining weeds pulled so we could party out back after the blessing. I made chicken salad for (not joking) 3 hours. I'm inventing a machine to shred chicken perfectly. Don't steal my idea. I was glad we had stress out Saturday so that Sunday could be enjoyed.
Sunday morning, Rhett slept in til 8 am. I knew right then it was going to be a great day. As I dressed him in his little suit I had a lot of thoughts run through my mind. There is no rhyme or reason to how thoughts appear in my brain so there isn't going to be rhyme or reason to how they appear on the blog.
I'm so glad the hubs holds the priesthood and honors it. I was overcome with gratitude as I thought about Rhett and all the things in life he has to look forward to, and I realized he has a great example to look to for guidance--his dad. I pictured Rhett being baptized, receiving the priesthood, passing the sacrament, graduating from high school and seminary, getting a mission call (that thought was fleeting cause him leaving me isn't sitting so well at the moment. I can barely handle my brother being gone. I'll be a disaster when he leaves) and getting married in the temple.
Dewy was inspired to give the most beautiful blessing I have ever heard. I might be biased, but the blessing was fantastic. He bore a heartfelt testimony later in the meeting that once again made me count my blessings for having such a great man for all time. In his testimony Dewy mentioned something that I haven't shared with blogland. Its a little tender to my heart, so if you choose to comment, please be gentle.
Rhett loves to stare at lots of things, but three things in particular catch his interest without fail. First, ceiling fans. Loves those. He flirts with them. Second, lights. Any kind of light catches his eye. And last (deep breath) is the picture in my bedroom of Christ holding my baby sister that passed away when she was 5 months old. That picture was drawn for us by Jean Keaton who draws pictures of Christ with children, and there is a copy of it in my bedroom and at my parent's house. When Rhett lays on my bed his eyes wander over to the wall and he stares at that picture. He knows them. He knows his Savior, and he knows his Aunt Cortney. I know he does. It is a very humbling thing to watch him stare at the picture with wonder. He has done it to the picture at my mom's as well.
The day was perfect. We were surrounded by family and friends that we love and who love us in return. Seeing that is overwhelming sometimes, isn't it? Thank you to everyone who came that day. We love you so much.
10 thoughts:
I'm glad everything went perfect I was sending you good vibes all weekend so I am pretty darn sure that helped!!
And I am absolutely convinced the reason our sweet babies can't talk when they are born is because they are still so close to heaven that Heavenly Father is worried they would blow all his secrets. For Real! All my children have always known their Savior and it's because he loved them first and then gave them to us!!!
PS I could eat those cheeks!!!
June 5th is a good day!! He looks so handsome!! congrats you guys!! It seriously only gets better!! I just love being a mom!! But it is true what they say.. It goes by so fast!! Our little guy is already turning one in a few weeks!! Enjoy him because he is so DANG CUTE!!
Sounds like it was a perfect day! That is soo neat that he stares at that picture-- Those people must be very familiar to him (since he was just with them :) )
This made my heart melt... It reminded me of when Grace was just tiny. She had just learned how to wave back when someone waved at her. But on this particular day she waved at a picture of Bart's dad we had hanging in our family room. (Bart's Dad died tragically 1 month after she was born). It is a very humbling and spiritual experience when you KNOW that they see and remember so much more than we do.
So glad his blessing went well. Those are the best memories.
I love that he gravitates towards that picture. Makes my testimony a little stronger! I just read a way cute book, I think you would like it. It's called 'Heaven, it's for real'. It's a pretty cute read. I am so glad everything went well.
So sweet!! They for sure remember him, and I am sure Courtney and Rhett were cute little buds in heaven. I have had similar expierences with pictures of Gaven in our home too. And the feeling that is felt no words can describe it.
I think Rhett looks like you, Amber. :) So happy your blessing day went well for him. It's been fun seeing you walk by our house now and then with your Mom. :)
A good tip I learned on shredding chicken is throwing your cooked chicken in the kitchen aid and turn on the mixer. It seriously does it for you, and fast!!
Now I want to hear what sweet Dewy shared with the ward. Don't blame you for keeping things off the blog though. Just sounds like it must be special!
Oh my word CHILLS reading about that picture of Christ and Cortney! Amazing!
And what a sweet sweet picture of your little man!
Amber, I also wanted to say that I often think about your little sister, Courtney. I have heard a lot about her from the testimonies Kaylee shares. What a sweet, sweet thing to know little Rhett is looking at her picture with Christ. He is in tune and surely loves his Aunt Courtney.
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