Fun with the Gillands

This past Saturday we went to Arlington to my cousin, Gary's son's baptism. We took some pictures before we left, just because I felt like it(and I had the time, which doesn't happen very often). After the baptism we headed over to my Aunt Kathy and Uncle Drew's house(Amee and Papi).

I love little feet!

David and Da chillin before the party got started. Although, look at David, he looks like he already had some punch. hehe

Cailyn had a great time swimming with her second cousins(the little boy next to her is Cameron, the one who was baptized). Jessica wasn't as interested in the water, but had a great time bossing the dog around. David was in (great)Aunt heaven.

Gary and Uncle Drew grilled some tasty hamburgers and hot dogs. There was watermelon and salads.

The birthday cake was awesome. Check out those icing balloons. YUM!

There are no elaborate words today, just "I miss my Mom."

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I have been thinking. I am trying to identify who I am and what I do. I know that I am a Child of God. I know I am a wife and mother however I feel that I could be better at fulfilling both of those roles. I know I have a teaching degree and have taught for several years, but don't feel completely secure in my teaching or musical abilities. I know my physical ailments and shortcomings, but also some of my strengths. I know I enjoy reading a good book, creating some unique cards, and playing the piano and singing. I know that I like to have my house clean, but the process is not always as enjoyed as the product. I know that I like to make hair bows to put in my girls' freshly done-up hair. I know that I enjoy spending time with people. Be it a lot of people of just one or two, however I am constantly unsure of myself and how I interact with them.
So here is the problem. When I find myself with the opportunity to spend some time without obligations, I don't know what to do. I always find something to do, but it doesn't leave me feeling emotionally refreshed. Does that make sense? I don't know what makes me happy. That leaves me wondering if I truly know Mindi. Not Cailyn, Jessica, and David's mom; not Jason's wife; not Sister or Mrs. Holloway, but Mindi. When I have time for Mindi, I feel lost.