I want to have more kids

My wife doesn’t.  At least that’s what she says.

Since she’s divorcing me it doesn’t matter.

I don’t want to get married again right away.  I want to become the man I know I have the potential to be.  The wife I find now may not be compatible with the man I want to become.

I love babies.  Whenever I see babies or toddlers it makes me want another.

It’s not because I don’t love my boys.

They’ve been asking my wife for years when she’s going to give them a little sister.

A few weeks ago they told me Mommy didn’t want to have another baby.  I reminded them about the divorce.  They seemed sad.

I told them I was probably going to get remarried, and when that happened I might have another baby.  They were happy about that.

When my oldest was born I wasn’t excited.  I’m ashamed of that.

He showed me how wonderful being a dad is.  He made me want to have another.  Now I have two wonderful little boys.

They make me want to have even more kids.

I’m a Mormon

I’m a member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints.

I was raised in the Church and I’ve been a member my whole life.  I believe in it with my whole heart.

Our beliefs make more sense to me than those of any other religion.

We are the spirit children of our Heavenly Father.

Because he is our Father, we have the potential to become like him.  We were sent to this Earth for that reason.

He knew we would make bad choices, and that there would be consequences.  A vital part of His plan was a Savior who would take our sins upon him.

That Savior is Jesus Christ.  Through his atonement every one of us can reach our full potential.

If we truly repent our sins will be forgiven.  True repentance means making a sincere effort not to make the same bad choices over and over.

“Faith without works is dead.”  If you truly believe in something, you’ll act accordingly.  You can’t just say you believe in something and then not live it.

I believe in modern-day revelation.  The world is changing faster than ever, and it doesn’t make sense to me that a loving Heavenly Father would leave His children without guidance at a time like this.

The Book of Mormon is the word of God, just as much as The Bible.  They both testify of Jesus Christ’s divinity and each reinforces the message of the other.

Families can be sealed together for eternity in temples.

Joseph Smith is a prophet of God.  He saw our Heavenly Father and Jesus Christ and conversed with them.  An evil man couldn’t have produced something like The Book of Mormon, and a good man wouldn’t have pretended it was true if it wasn’t.  If he was a liar, the Church would either have died with him, or it would be an insignificant cult with very few members.

You don’t have to take my word for it, or anyone else’s.  At the end of The Book of Mormon there is a promise:

And when ye shall receive these things, I would exhort you that ye would ask God, the Eternal Father, in the name of Christ, if these things are not true; and if ye shall ask with a sincere heart, with real intent, having faith in Christ, he will manifest the truth of it unto you, by the power of the Holy Ghost.

And by the power of the Holy Ghost ye may know the truth of all things.

Read The Book of Mormon, then pray to know the truth, keeping an open mind and an open heart.  If you do, then like millions of others. you’ll know for yourself.

I’m a dad

I wasn’t ready to be a dad.

When she showed me the pregnancy test I knew it didn’t matter. I was going to be a dad, ready or not.

I’d wanted to be married my whole life. I’d rush into relationships because I wanted to be married so bad. I’d fantasize about what marriage would be like.

I didn’t fantasize about being a father, though. I imagined it would happen at some point. I didn’t really think about it beyond that.

My dad died when I was three. I only have a handful of memories about him, all distorted by time.

I didn’t know how to be a dad.  And at first I definitely didn’t enjoy it.

I’m still not sure I know how to be a dad.  I’m easily irritated.  I get impatient.  Sometimes I make my kids cry.

I’m learning, though.  I spend time with my kids without being asked.  I spend time with them when they ask, even if I had other plans.  I even enjoy it most of the time.

There are still things I don’t like.  Telling them no.  Disciplining them.  Making them do things they don’t want to.  But I want to do what’s best for them, even if it’s not enjoyable.

Am I the best dad in the world.  Of course not.

But I’m getting there.