A Mother's Heart

"As a covenant-keeping daughter of God, she had prepared all her life for motherhood…
A woman with a mother heart has a testimony of the restored gospel, and she teaches the principles of the gospel without equivocation. She is keeping sacred covenants made in holy temples. Her talents and skills are shared unselfishly. She gains as much education as her circumstances will allow, improving her mind and spirit with the desire to teach what she learns to the generations who follow her…

Oh, that every girl and woman would have a testimony of her potential for eternal motherhood as she keeps her earthly covenants…

She knows that the influence of righteous, conscientious, persistent, daily mothering is far more lasting, far more powerful, far more influential than any earthly position or institution invented by man. She has the vision that, if worthy, she has the potential to be blessed as Rebekah of old to be “the mother of thousands of millions” (Gen. 24:60)

Every girl and woman who makes and keeps sacred covenants can have a mother heart. There is no limit to what a woman with a mother heart can accomplish. Righteous women have changed the course of history and will continue to do so, and their influence will spread and grow exponentially throughout the eternities. How grateful I am to the Lord for trusting women with the divine mission of motherhood. Like Mother Eve I am “glad” (see Moses 5:11) to know these things. In the name of Jesus Christ, amen."

Julie B. Beck, ‘Mother Heart’,” Liahona, May 2004, 75–77

This is one of my favorite talks. It is so important to have a testimony and understand the role of motherhood. To all who have mother hearts- happy mothers day!

I read this article while I was waiting...

“The scene for this nonstop creativity is a towering, light-filled loft in midtown Manhattan, which, semantically, is neither home nor office but a cozy place in between. On the seventh and tenth floors of the building, Isabel designs and produces her niche fashion label, Isabel Toledo, while the 11th-floor penthouse doubles as their living space and Ruben's painting and drawing studio…

Their apartment is a creator's paradise, where the smallest bit of inspiration (a bicycle wheel, a sketch, a portrait of Isabel) is hoisted up into Calderesque mobiles, while walls double as canvases. "Ruben will draw on anything that's in front of him," sighs Isabel, citing the telephone numbers climbing up the wall…

Hostess gifts are never store-bought but always a Ruben art special. "I look around Ruben's studio, and I pick something that reminds me of the person," says Isabel, who also uses her husband's discarded sketches as her personal stationery. Clearly, intimacy trumps social and fashion conventions…

‘Everything is somehow connected to us," continues Isabel…"We experience art. We're makers.’”

(Wendy Goodman of New York Home Design)
for the full article:
http://nymag.com/homedesign/greatrooms/15915/

(I realize that the excerpt above might not completely make sense because I just put in the parts that I liked.) I LOVE their home. I love that it is a loft and has high ceilings with sky lights so that there is a lot of natural light. I love that it is a studio/home. I love how there is art everywhere. This(with a more international/traveled feel) is my dream home.

i think people should talk to people

In order to get from my job every morning and to go home every night I ride the DC metro. After living in quaint Rexburg for three years, I've noticed that the way I see things is different then when I was growing up in some of the biggest cities in the world. The metro is a prime example. The first day of work I was a little anxious riding the metro because I didn't know where I was going. By the time I came home my mind remembered the routine and was falling asleep between stops, not holding on to handrails, looking bored, staring at no one- all the thing the expert routine metro riders do. Yesterday on the metro after trying not to make eye contact with anyone I finally gave up and decided to actually look at the people in the car. Looking around at them the Beatles came to mind: (sing it, don't read it)
All the lonely people,
where do they all come from,
all the lonely people
where do they all belong
They looked like mannequins holding one position, separate from everything around them- inanimate objects. All I could hear was the sound of the metro rushing by the traffic. No one spoke; we all just gently swayed with the car. I looked at these people with little feeling on their faces and wondered if they were happy. They looked tired. It's probably because they were. I wonder why no one speaks.

Yesterday on the bus (after the metro) I didn't have enough change for the fare and so asked the other passengers for change. The Hispanic family with cute kids asked around themselves, the Asian man talked to me and offered to pay, and a black lady gave me some change. While it was embarrassing it brought camaraderie to those on the bus. Everyone was trying to help this naive girl or busy talking about how ridiculous I was. At least they were talking.

As Said by Lorna

Every day is a great day to wear a dress! I love how EXCITED she gets over a pretty dress that she gets to wear and how she has to wear cute shoes that match and assessorize with bracelets, hair bands and over course- her dora glasses. I don't think any of us could forget her cinderella dress, her red christmas dress, or her many pink dresses that are all so pretty. Some of the choice memories I've had with Lorna this visit:

"Don't do that Sam, you're the best friend I've got"

Singing "Some Day My Prince Will Come" while taking a bath

Whenever we've been more than 10 minutes apart: "Oh Karen, I missed you!"

"Can I have the purple? Purple pees!" (purple ice cream.)

Telling mom that I'm really her sister, not aunt.

Running out on the deck naked... ha ha

When she wakes up and wants to snuggle with you, with her head in your neck.

"Silly Karen!"

Admiring the pretty maniquins at Maceys

The many many many kisses and hugs