LDS Conference was this past weekend. I usually don't watch, because I don't get much out of it. I blame my children, but I'll be honest and just say that I usually end up asleep...waking up at the closing prayer. This past weekend was different. I watched most, and was really uplifted. I cried when Elder Holland spoke on depression in his Like a Broken Vessel talk. It spoke right to my broken self.
Yesterday I decided that I want to be more honest, real, and open. I picked up my camera, and wanted to take some pictures of my "real" life. I didn't make the bed, I didn't do Sabrina's hair, I didn't change her stained shirt, and I even let her have that darn pacifier. My life is rarely pretty and perfect, and I am embracing it.
My life is exhausting enough without trying to make it look like it isn't. I am going to start living without pretending. You will most definitely see more bedhead, jammies, and mismatched clothes...and that is okay. This is my "real" life, and I am going to start loving all of it.