Thankful For The Uniqueness Of My Family

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This week is all about being thankful.  Of course I’m thankful for my family, a roof over our heads, and food on the table.  Believe me I am thankful for that because there have been times when we have feared not having one another, losing our home, or not having enough food, but I want to focus on other things I’m thankful for.  The simple things in individuals that make us unique.

My daughter is moving from our home on Wednesday to an apartment with her boyfriend.  No, I don’t really approve of them moving in together but I’m very thankful she has someone so good and special to share her life with.  I’m thankful that she has learned to be thrifty and will soon be finishing college.

I am thankful that my oldest son has such a good head on his shoulders and is planning for his future.  He’s an Eagle Scout, he’s an Adventurer and in Order of the Arrow.  He holds down a job, and always runs to help his grandparents with whatever they need.  He’s hilarious  and sweet.

My youngest son who is 11, well, where do I start?  He is everything I never have been, spontaneous, goofy, and so very hyper.  I am thankful for him every day.  He’s the runt of our litter.  He bounded into the world at a whopping 5 lbs 8oz, he was born with an inverted chest that he affectionately calls “Hole” and when people stare or ask questions it doesn’t bother him.  He keeps my husband and I on our toes and constantly laughing.

I’m so thankful for my husband.  We’ve been through many rough times together.  We’ve been married for 23 years.  It’s been a long haul but I wouldn’t pick anyone else to go through thick and thin with.    First we planned our life together and future family.  Then it was just getting through our life and family.  Now we’re planning *gulp* our future retirement.  It won’t be soon but it’s important that we plan ahead.

While last week was a hard and hormonal mess for me, it was so nice to receive unconditional love from my family.  I’m post menopausal at 43, and with that comes a mess of hormones.  I’m super thankful that I’m supported and loved, even when I’m at my worst, and saying I’m the Winter Witch was mild.

 

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