I am proud

I got started thinking about my boys and their unique little struggles and how my example good and bad has and will effect their lifes. Then...I started feeling low. As I was sinking I pictured their bright shiny faces and I smiled. I felt so proud to have them; to be their mother, proud of what I have done well and proud that I chose to marry their father in the temple creating an eternal family unit. When it comes down to it I have made some pretty good choices and I am choosing to be proud of myself today.