Sunday, February 23, 2014
Lately, I've been thinking...
"Placing my head on my knees, I let the irrational tears fall unrestrained. I am crying over the loss of something I never had. How ridiculous: Mourning something that never was -- my dashed hopes, my dashed dreams, and my soured expectations."
Gratitude List:
*I'm more grateful for Skyler each day. I'm more grateful for the life we've built together every single day. I feel blessed that we married young--that we're growing together. I'm grateful that he acts as my rock, my confidant, and my better half. I'm grateful that he lays in bed naming our somewhere-in-the-faraway-future children with me. I'm thankful that he works his tush off studying. I'm happy that he is mine, and that I am his. I'm blessed that he knows my heart and feels both sorrow and joy with me. I'm grateful that he kisses my eyelids when I am stressed. I'm blessed that he understands me the way that he does.
*I'm grateful for my sweet baby. People are constantly telling me I treat my dog like a person which only leads to the question: how do you treat yours? I treat Brews like my baby because he treats me like his Momma. & I love that sweet little fur-boy. He gets me. He gets my heart. He snuggles me. He loves me.
*I'm grateful for my job. I know people who go to work and hate every minute of it. I adore my kiddos. I love teaching them. I love their quirks and the cute things. I love being told to "eat poop" and I even love reading "Barnyard Dance" 14.7 times daily (on average). I don't mind changing their diapers because it means a few minutes of tickle time and one-on-one time, and I lovelovelove the success that some of my kiddos are finding in potty training. I love being tackled 82 times a day and snuggling up to read a book. I love having circle time, and watching them explore through arts and crafts. I love seeing them express themselves. I love that my kids are absolutely berserk, sometimes. They are hilarious. Little sumo wrestling crazies! I have people I consider friends at work, who make the moments of insanity less insane. I am blessed to get a ton of hours doing something I love.
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