My first batch of rolls...

After all of my trying to "enjoy" the cooking & baking thing, I've discovered, I still don't find much pleasure in it. I still hate the mess, the time it takes to make 1 thing and sadly, some times the end result. I am just not one of those girls who was meant to love it, so now I just accept the weeks that pass without a single thing baked, or the attempt at a new reciepe. With all that rambeling, I made my first batch of rolls, and let me tell you how hard the devil was tempting me to just buy the store bought ones. Seriously, I was standing at the store looking at the rolls and I was fighting off the urge to throw them into the basket and just be done with it, but out of no where I heard a calming Relief Society voice say, " Emily, you can do this, they are just dinner rolls!" And then I thought to myself, if I can give birth to 3 babies, dinner rolls be no problem, right? They actually turned out yummy, so I'll be making these again in the furture. So here is more proof that I was in the kitchen doing something besides cleaning it!

Saying goodbye to Tristin on his first day of 1st grade...

Here they are getting ready to say goodbye to Tristin...

1st grade here we come...

I just dropped Tristin off at school 45 minutes ago. How does one describe it? My emotions are still a little scattered, and I know in awhile I'll feel better, it's just that he's my little man and when I watched him walk away, it felt like a tiny piece of my heart went with him. Will it always feel this way? Is that the love of a Mother? I'm so thrilled for him, and scared out of mind at the same time. I just want him to be a good boy and to grow into the most amazing man. At what point do you stop and just let them become the little people they were born to become? I think this might be letting go and just accepting what is, and in these moments that stretch our hearts, all we can do is trust in Heavenly Father and watch them walk to the playground with out us.