Hey everyone,
I tried to get Mommy to post a blog on Thanksgiving weekend, but we had company over so we never got around to it. We had so much fun with everyone! Mommy cooked a really big meal and we had Nana & Pops, Matt & Rachel, Rachel's mom and sister, and Uncle Spirit all over to eat with us. The food was good and getting to see everyone was even better. Mommy was sad to not be able to spend Thanksgiving Day with Daddy because he had to work, but I think spending Sunday afternoon with everyone made up for it.
Mommy asked me if she could share a few things with you today and I figured that was okay with me, so I will turn it over to her.... Hope everyone had a great Thanksgiving! Christmas is right around the corner, and supposedly this fat guy named Santa is watching me right now and will bring me presents if I'm a good boy....sounds interesting, but that would be fine with me!
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I hope this finds you all happy and healthy, preparing for the wonderful time of the year that is Christmas. We are all getting very excited around here, decorating the house and wrapping presents. Aga and Aga are coming to visit us the day after Christmas and we are really looking forward to that. With all the hustle and bustle of the season it seems we sometimes forget what it is really all about. I will write more on the love our amazing God has for us, but first I wanted to get back to Thanksgiving and share a few things I am truly thankful for...
Not getting to spend Thanksgiving Day with my husband (or any family, for that matter) was more difficult than I thought it would be. Thanksgiving is a day for gathering with those you love and sitting around while eating, relaxing, and laughing. I was not able to do any of that as I had two small children to take care of, a broken washing machine to fix, a car with a dead battery, an empty pantry, and a heart full of frustration and bitterness. It seemed like every time I turned around something else was going wrong or breaking and I could not stop feeling sorry for myself. The baby was fussy, my 2 year-old kept screaming and asking for his binky (which he had given up months ago), and here I was, exhausted with unbrushed teeth, greasy hair, and an overflowing basket of laundry that was staring me down. I simply wanted to lock myself in the bathroom, let my greasy hair down, and cry (which I ended up doing but not until Robb came home and I could justify it...!).
And yet, in my selfish state, I realized something. I realized that I had many things to be thankful for and although I was having a bad day (ok, 4 or 5 bad days in a row...) I would not let it overshadow how full and rich my life indeed was.
My husband may have had to work on Thanksgiving, but at least he had a job in this horrible economy and was able to provide for his family, to be able to put food on the table and at the same time have enough left over to provide entertainment and toys for his children as well. That was something to be thankful for.
My children may have been driving me absolutely crazy, but I loved them with all my heart and soul and they were my life. To say that my children are a blessing in my life is a gross understatement. They are my everything. There is not a day that goes by where I don't look into their beautiful blue eyes and feel God's immense love for me, for us. They are happy, healthy, gorgeous boys who know they are loved in this horrible world of child abuse and neglect, and that was something to be thankful for.
My hair may have been greasy and my car may have been dead, but at least I had a home to take a shower in and at least I had a safe, reliable car to call my own. It is always a pain to have to take care of car troubles, but it is something that we can afford and we are lucky enough to not have to choose between fixing the car and putting food on the table. And I know that no one cares my hair is greasy except for me. My kids love me because I play with them, and feed them, and tell them bedtime stories, and hug them when they cry...they could care less what I look like. My dogs love me because I take them for walks, and keep them healthy and vaccinated, and throw the ball for them, and let them sleep under the covers with me...they could care less what I look like. My husband loves me because of my sense of humor, and they way my nose wrinkles up when I laugh, and how I cry everytime I see a hurt animal, and the awesome train tracks I help my son to build, and because of the love I have for him...he could care less what I look like.
I have an amazing family, and amazing friends, and two hyper, loving dogs, and a great job that I actually love doing (how many people can say that?), and a beautifully messy house with a broken washing machine, and sooooooo many things to be thankful for.
Sometimes you just have to put it into perspective.