Sophie's Blessing

 

Sometimes it feels like everything goes wrong.  Sunday morning we woke up extra early so that we'd have plenty of time to get ready for and even arrive early to church.  I went to get Lydia out of her bed, and found a huge wet spot on her sheet.  More like a puddle.  I figured that her diaper must have malfunctioned, but when I went to change her she was bone dry.  So how did her shorts get wet??  It surely wasn't a drool puddle...  Or was it?  Maybe.  I guess we'll never know.  Anyway we pulled her sheet off and blankets and then threw them in the wash with her mattress saver.  It wasn't a big deal.  We were still able to bathe the girls and get to church with plenty of time to spare.  Then we were watching for family to arrive and everyone was filing in.  We looked back to see the Bountiful crew enter and felt great knowing that everyone had made it.  And then Simon threw up.  Right in the chapel.  Several ward members stepped forward to assist us, in addition to family members so that it didn't take long to clean things up.  A sweet sister in the ward offered to help watch the boys during clean up, and then the meeting began.  When it was time to bless Sophie Grandpa Blackhurst was nowhere to be found.  Everyone else was standing in the circle.  The brothers kept turning around to see if he was coming.  I kept turning around.  Abby stood up to see if she could locate him.  Then the ward members started looking around.  I started feeling anxious.  I gave Jon the go ahead and we later found out that Dad had gone to throw away Simon's puke bag and made it back in time to hear the blessing- if only I'd waited just another minute or two!  Dad could have stood in the circle.  I'm just glad that he was there.  I think Lizzie and Simon needed him more at the moment anyway.

Even though things didn't go exactly as I would have liked, everything came together in the end.  The blessing was beautiful, and Sophie was quiet through it all.  In fact, she was a sweetheart through the whole meeting and slept peacefully in Grandma Frazier's arms.  The food afterward was delicious, and the company wonderful.  I love family!  It was awesome to see everyone helping each other  (both at the chapel and afterward at our house) and we were so grateful for the food that was brought and the time we spent together.  Mostly we just really appreciate that everyone who could make it came for Sophie.  That meant more to me than I can say.  I think there are moments in our lives when we realize what really matters and even though the day got off to a rough start, it didn't stay that way and we were able to spend it with people we love.  I'm so grateful that Jon holds the Priesthood and was able to bless Sophie.  It means so much to me knowing that he can give our girls blessings at times like these in addition to any other time when they might need one.  And that is a huge blessing!