The last few months have been well, crazy with the move and such (I've been meaning to post about that), but I had an interesting experience in church a couple of weeks ago. It was a particularly difficult Sunday for the kids, they're always a challenge but for some reason they were all going crazy through sacrament meeting that day. I had to keep taking the baby out and the other three wouldn't stop wrestling and pestering each other and Russ and I just kept giving each other that look of total exasperation! I was standing in the back bouncing Aspen on my hip when the closing song finally came. It was the week of Pioneer Day so the song was "Come, Come Ye Saints" and the 2nd verse hit me as it never had before. Why should we mourn or think our lot is hard? Tis not so, all is right I looked at my family a few rows up and realized that all IS right, I have a beautiful family, and we were all there together, even Russ, which is rare. All