Today, I am thankful for my kids. The ones who stress me out, test my patience and make me call on a higher power to keep me grounded. The ones who, with a simple smile can light up any room. The ones who with a single touch can melt my heart. The angels that God has entrusted to me.
Over the past few months, things have been...rough to say the least. Financially. Spiritually. Emotionally. It's been a constant time of worry, doubt and prayer. In this, I have taken a step back and seen our life and family from the outside. Honestly, at first, I wasn't at peace with what I saw. After the realization of it all sank in, I began to see things differently. More free. More relaxed. Something refreshing. I see happy, healthy, smart, fun, feisty, beautiful souls in all of my children. They are typical kids in the fact that they love to go places and keep busy. Most things they realize cost money. Money that we haven't had. To me, our kids are different. They are perfectly content(most of the time) staying home, enjoying the outdoors(beautiful thing about country living), getting to know the horses down the road or going as a family to play baseball at the school. Our kids are simple souls and really only ask for small things in return. Love..laughter and peace. And for that, I am thankful.
Today, I am thankful for my husband. A man who loves me. A man that has stood beside me even when he didn't think he could. A man that deserves so much more than I have offered.
I'm not gonna sugar coat it or make it seen all warm and fuzzy. That's a joke. The sad, hurtful truth is our marriage has been crumbling. At times it felt like it was beyond repair. The anger. The hurt. The resentment. But, with countless nights of crying, prayer and faith, we somehow have managed to get back on the pathway of hope...and rebuilding. It's going to be a long, trying journey to get where we need to be, but I have a strong, selfless, amazing man to walk beside me. We now have faith and hopeful future. And for that, I am thankful.
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