Everybody was ready to go on time to make it to church by 9am.
There was no "he's squishing me/why does Sierra always get the front seat/change the station because I hate this song" on the drive to the chapel.
We all found seats and once the meeting started, the children were on their best behavior, the youngest two drawing silently.
Oh yes, this is what it's all about.
Looking over at my precious little blessings in their Sunday best, I thought to myself that perhaps I'm doing something right. Even with all my weaknesses and shortcomings as a mother. Even with all that I do - or don't do - maybe they'll turn out just fine anyways.
And then Camden tipped his paper at just the right angle and I caught a glimpse of what he was working on.