It’s been over a year since I’ve written a post. I’ve been busy mommin’ my little man, and working, and wifing, and all that jazz. (He turned two this past August by the way!) I try to live in a thankful state most days while it can be tough sometimes (#firstworldproblems), and life has gotten busy with Brooks all over the place. Thanksgiving week hit me in a way that reminded me I need to slow down and really take it all in, and that’s what this blog and writing about this awesome life does for me.
Thanksgiving week was one to remember this year. Our family trip with Nana and Papa to Ruidoso was a huge reminder of how thankful I am that they are still around, able to make such a trip, and are in such good health especially for being in their late 80s. Seeing Brooks play with and love on his Nana and Paper and ask for them first thing each morning we woke up was heart melting. When I think about those long five years of fertility struggles when I didn’t think Nana and Papa would ever be able to even meet a child of mine, much less make memories with him, I become even more thankful.
Since we got back, this feeling of big picture gratitude has continued.
Ten years with a man that probably gets tired of putting up with me, but does it anyways. #thankful Married into a family that has accepted me: faults, crazy, and all. #thankful A son that God has blessed me with and is the most amazing thing that has ever happened to me. #thankful
Sometimes I forget how blessed I am. Then I see something, read something, or experience something that reminds me. It re-adjusts my eyes and heart. It’s something that makes me stop in my tracks and sit in the happiness around me that is my life and really, truly take it all in.
God reminds me of all he has done for me and given me and blessed me with, and I can’t help but praise and thank him. That includes the nights Brooks still throws a party for multiple hours in the middle of the night, and we still have to get up and go to work the next day. That includes the days when Chris irritates me for one reason or another that doesn’t really matter in the grand scheme of things. That includes the mornings Brooks has to be woken up, and he’s cranky and refuses to put clothes on for daycare because his Spiderman jammies are the only thing he wants to wear, and I end up 10 minutes late for work. Those hard, exhausting moments are beautiful this day in reflection.
It’s all ok. The good, the bad. It’s all part of my bigger story. It’s all part of the moments I will remember with genuine love when I’m telling these stories in 30 years.
And I AM THANKFUL for them all.
I will finish this 2018 with gratitude in my heart, thankful for the little things.