{"id":14393,"date":"2017-11-27T13:40:07","date_gmt":"2017-11-27T20:40:07","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.angelaross.net\/blog\/?p=14393"},"modified":"2017-11-27T13:40:07","modified_gmt":"2017-11-27T20:40:07","slug":"sometimes","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.angelaross.net\/blog\/2017\/11\/sometimes\/","title":{"rendered":"Sometimes"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Sometimes when there is a special sunrise or sunset, eclipse or meteor shower, I figure it is Heavenly Father reminding us he is there.<\/p>\n<p>Sometimes the word, &#8220;remember&#8221; is important, because when we are in the moment, we can&#8217;t see where we are. Only as we look back can we make sense of things.<\/p>\n<p>Sometimes I see how much I have changed since the children were young. I speak a lot less, but really think about my words when I do.<\/p>\n<p>Sometimes I walk through the toy aisles because one of my violin students wants to talk about Shopkins each week, so I do my research.<\/p>\n<p>Sometimes when Paige is home, I forget that she ever left us, until she leaves again, and I wish we had gone out to lunch together or spent more time talking while she was home.<\/p>\n<p>Sometimes I am surprised when I am practicing the violin and Daniel walks in to accompany me on the piano. I will miss our impromptu concerts.<\/p>\n<p>Sometimes I watch Timothy during the funny parts of movies, because he gives himself to delight so easily.<\/p>\n<p>Sometimes Mark is all I need in the world to be happy. He asks me about my day, offers empathetic encouragement, and makes me laugh. I look at his profile and can&#8217;t find the little boy he used to be.<\/p>\n<p>Sometimes Richard and I feel old together, whether it is complaining about aches after working, stumbling around in the middle of the night looking for the Excedrin, or choosing to watch documentaries.<\/p>\n<p>Sometimes I remember that this is the last day, holiday, or season with Daniel home, but I put those thoughts away quickly. I learned with Paige that the parade of lasts can be painful, but this just means the parade of firsts will begin soon.<\/p>\n<p>Sometimes I see so many needs in my circle of influence that I spend a day writing letters to people, since there is no way I can visit everyone.<\/p>\n<p>Sometimes when I run into someone I know out in public, I remind myself that just like the sunrise and sunset, they are a reminder that Heavenly Father is there, and he thinks we should talk. Today at the store I saw a young mother in my ward and another Relief Society president in my stake. Thank you, Heavenly Father. It was important to talk to each of these women today.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Sometimes when there is a special sunrise or sunset, eclipse or meteor shower, I figure it is Heavenly Father reminding us he is there. Sometimes the word, &#8220;remember&#8221; is important, because when we are in the moment, we can&#8217;t see where we are. Only as we look back can we make sense of things. Sometimes &hellip; <a href=\"http:\/\/www.angelaross.net\/blog\/2017\/11\/sometimes\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">Sometimes<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[20,4],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-14393","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-life-according-to-angela","category-motherhood"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.angelaross.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14393","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.angelaross.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.angelaross.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.angelaross.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.angelaross.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=14393"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"http:\/\/www.angelaross.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14393\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":14394,"href":"http:\/\/www.angelaross.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14393\/revisions\/14394"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.angelaross.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=14393"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.angelaross.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=14393"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.angelaross.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=14393"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}