25 miracles

Today I opened a birthday present from my sweet Mother (in-law), every birthday she sends a memory as part of your present. This year I got a letter Cori sent to his dad from the MTC. It was lovely and precious, and when Cori read it he got all choked up. (I love that about him).
Just a few months before Cori wrote his letter, I wrote my self 4 letters. One for my 20th, 30th, 40th & 50th birthdays.

This week I was reading a talk from Henry B. Eyering.
He was talking about a journal he kept for his family. And everyday, he would ask himself,
Have I seen the hand of God reaching out to touch us today?

I was raised to believe in miracles.
My mother taught me that getting a good parking spot at Costco on Saturday morning when you have 4 kids with you is a miracle, a special gift from God to say,
"I know you, you are my child and I've got your back."
I do not remember my last three birthdays.
Life was busy and crazy and everywhere.

But as my family enters this new part of life, this next set of huge and eternal changes,
I want to be able to look back and read and remember all the miracles.
Large and small, because they have brought us through.
This year I'm going to write myself another letter.
I'm going to list 25 miracles.
So that next year, when our life looks entirely different and wonderful
I can look back and remember what this was like.

Because more than remembering cake and ice cream,
I don't ever want to forget the ways He's shown me the last three years, that He knows me, because I am His daughter, and He's always got my back.