He won't always fit so perfectly in my lap. Wow. 8 kids later I am amazed at how my eyes still get teary and my heart still aches with love for each one of them. I can imagine an Olympic gymnast tumbling on the floor and feeling that her body was made to flip. I feel that here on the couch with my little ones tucked in my arms, playing nearby, or close in my thoughts. I was made for this. Right here, right now I am doing my greatest work, fulfilling the measure of my creation.
"When the real history of mankind is fully disclosed, will it feature the echoes of gunfire or the shaping sound of lullabies? The great armistices made by military men or the peacemaking of women in homes and in neighborhoods? Will what happened in cradles and kitchens prove to be more controlling than what happened in congresses? When the surf of the centuries has made the great pyramids so much sand, the everlasting family will still be standing, because it is a celestial institution, formed outside telestial time."
Neal A. Maxwell