Being able to visit with a brother who just returned from serving a 2 year mission in Africa.
Being able to visit with a sister who will be leaving in a few moths for an 18 month mission in Taiwan.
Getting a thoughtful card from a dear friend reminding you of the wonderful time you had while visiting this summer.
Having family willing to drop everything to rush over and watch your three year old as you rush your four month old who is struggling to breathe to the hospital.
Having worthy priesthood holders in my house and near by to give a blessing at any hour of the night.
Hearing your four month old's struggle for breath lessen as the medicine the doctor gave her kicks in.
Knowing (after the anxious stress of the night has been relieved and the doctors are just keeping you in the emergency room to make sure the medicine continues to work) that your husband's claim that he won't be able to fall asleep on the hospital bed at 3 a.m. is totally bogus.
Laughing with your husband later about the fact that he didn't wake up from that impossible nap until the nurse and you, who are standing on opposite sides of the hospital bed, are well into your conversation.
Having your three year old explain to you that the HA's in the picture she drew are not for the first letters in her sister's name, but rather for Hannah AND Addison.
Watching your three year old attempt to spin around in her ballerina costume while your four month old sleeps soundly in her crib with no signs of struggle for breath.
Sitting on the couch reading to your little ballerina while the napper sleeps peacefully.
Knowing that the Lord is aware of, and understands our struggles and fears.
Realizing, again, just how much the Lord is trusting you when he places one of HIS precious little ones in your care.
Being SOOOOOOOO grateful that the Lord is allowing you to continue to raise the PRECIOUS little ones he has entrusted to your care.
Knowing that as much as you love these little ones, He loves them (and you) even more.
It has been a weekend full of joy.