Monday, January 6, 2014

2013: it was a rebuilding year

if i had known when it started what 2013 would bring i'm certain i would have booked a trip to tahiti and hidden in an over-water bungalow for twelve months. escape has always been my m.o.

the things is, though, now that the year has drawn to a close and i, once again, have hope for the future, i realize the tearing-down and rebuilding have been priceless in terms of my overall growth as a person, a wife, and a mom. i still have so much to learn and so many areas where i need to grow and there is still so much about which i'm unsure. but of this i am certain: had i run away and checked out on this past year, 2014 would look entirely different.

y'all have walked along on this adventure with me. you've read with teary eyes about my son's inability to express his love for me. you've read with overflowing hearts about the exhaustion of evaluations and treatments and decisions. you've even read snippets of my own emotional distress about parenting a child with a diagnosis. and even though i touched a bit on the depression i carried last winter, i never completely revealed to you the total break down that has occurred within me. and within my marriage.

there is an aftermath the occurs following diagnosis. an adjustment period. a leveling out. a transition to one's new "normal". i would venture to say this is true for any diagnosis - whether spd, autism, diabetes or cancer. i wouldn't dare to rate those different ailments on a scale of better or worse, but i will say this: when a child is diagnosed with a spectrum disorder it is often accompanied by a realization that one or both parents also suffer from their own spectrum-y issues. it's a double whammy.

the first eight or nine months of 2013 knocked us down and tore us apart. the clean up began in the last third of the year. 2014 promises continued maintenance on what was rebuilt...along with a positive outlook for continued construction and an abundant life.

now that i am - we are - in a better, more connected, more stable place, i believe it's important to talk about the break down. i have to write about it simply for my own understanding - my therapy. but also for anyone who might benefit from my honesty. "an unexamined life is not worth living" is what socrates said. i believe that. but i also believe we have to share what we learn because it's not just the examination that's worthwhile, it's the exchange.

an unexchanged life is not worth living.

i'm not sure exactly where to start. i suppose it's safe to say i had been feeling disconnected from jeremy even before the issues with harrison came to light. long before. i recall sitting across the dinner table from him back in september of 2012, after having been on a romantic weekend away that wasn't all that romantic, confessing that i'd felt disconnected for a very long time and begging him to stop working so much. so we didn't have the firmest of foundations when harrison was evaluated and his treatment became our primary focus. our marriage had not been a priority for quite some time but it really took a rear seat last year. jeremy focused on working to pay for therapy. i focused on getting harrison to and from therapy and learning as much as i could about how to help our son.

when parents carry sole responsibilities instead of shared responsibilities, a chasm occurs.

in our case it only made our disconnect wider.

as the year progressed and my research increased i began to realize how differently jeremy and i think. men and women, generally speaking, have brains that process in polar opposite ways. so there's that. but imagine you could rate your brain on a scale of "typical-ness"... on a scale of 0-200, i would be an 18 and jeremy would be a 143. a 125 point spread. disconnect.



“i was a math nerd in high school. i took calculus as a junior. i loved working with numbers because everything just fit. had i not gotten into computer networking i'd probably still be doing pages and pages of math to this day. i like it when everything fits. i NEED everything to fit. when things fit it's like my brain feels physically lighter and i get a brief moment of peace,” he said.


“but you fell in love with a girl who doesn't fit. she buys you clothes you don't like to wear. she cooks you food you really don't want to eat. she doesn't fold the receipts correctly, nor does she put them in order by date or by size. you have a wife who doesn't fit,” i said.


"YES," he exclaimed. 


it was a moment of clarity. i finally realized why i had felt ignored by my husband for much of our marriage. with a tear streaming down my right cheek i said, "it's much easier for you to sit in front of your computer, collecting and cataloging data, than it is to interact with your wife who doesn't fit.”

“yes,” he said, softer this time. a tear escaped his eye too. it rolled down his left cheek, creating a mirror image of mine.

i said the only thing left to say, “that's the problem, honey.”


this conversation took place in august. it was the first honest talk jeremy and i had about our marriage. it was the first time i understood the depth of our issues and the lengths we would need to go to save our relationship. 

even after this chat jeremy revealed that he did not feel disconnected from me at all. not even a little bit. my complaints about our marriage not only came out of left field, they hit him upside the head and knocked him to the dirt. disconnect.

in september i called a psychologist. i made an appointment for myself. i begged jeremy to go too. in fact i threatened him. go or get out. another disconnect. 

i spent the first three therapy sessions sobbing and blowing my nose and catching my breath. i spent the next three analyzing and understanding and focusing on change. changing myself. changing my thoughts. it turns out jeremy was not solely responsible for making me feel ignored in our marriage. my own thoughts - my deeply negative thinking about myself, others, life, the world, the things that happen to us - were a major factor in the disconnect that occurred within my marriage, but also within me individually. 

i signed up for counseling to deal with my son's diagnosis and to salvage my marriage when in actuality what i really needed was to rebuild myself.

although i wrote on this very blog about how i believe "everything happens for a reason" and "all things work out for good" and "this life is a great adventure...it's a journey", my internal thoughts were calling BULLSHIT! my mind was thinking "i'm exhausted" and "i can't deal with this" and "why do i have to do it all by myself" and "this is too much" and "i feel so alone." my mind was focusing on every negative aspect of harrison's diagnosis (because that's what i was training to do - notice his behaviors, figure out why he's acting that way, and modify my own behavior or the situation to help him cope). my mind was reeling with the unattractive pieces of jeremy's personality. and my own. i was everyone's worst critic, but i always saved the worst of the worst for myself.

i lacked the the energy to see the good. the inside of my brain was a mess with worry and fear and doubt and suspicion. and the worst part of all was that I HAD ABSOLUTELY NO IDEA I WAS THINKING SO NEGATIVELY. i had lost the ability to live a conscious life. there was no examining my own mind. i was too busy analyzing the external happenings around me - and interpreting them negatively - to even notice the wrecking that was taking place within.

what i began slowly, painstakingly learning in therapy is that i cannot live a healthy, productive life if i don't have healthy, productive thoughts. i cannot have a happy marriage if the loop in my head continually plays to me how unhappy and hopeless my marriage is. i will never have a right relationship with my son if i'm constantly reminding myself about all he has to overcome and worrying that he'll never be able to do so. cognitive behavior therapy has helped me recognize that, while i cannot control the events around me, i can control my reaction to them and my thoughts about them. 

jeremy and i have been seeing our doctor faithfully each week since late september - first separately, then together. he's given us assignments. i was asked to keep a gratitude journal, to write down three things i'm thankful for each day. i was told to monitor my thinking and to try hard to catch my negative thoughts and replace them with positive ones. i'll be frank with you, at first i had no idea how to do that. my therapist had to give me examples of positive thoughts! (i'm blushing; embarrassed at such a confession). one session he said, "rachel, your marriage is strong" and i remember being amazed at that idea. he went on to give me lots of examples of how jeremy is an awesome, competent partner and how harrison is an amazing, bright boy. ultimately, he showed me if i could simply change the connotation with which i interpret things, i'd see their incredible qualities too. 

i am far from whole. i feel as though my foundation - our foundation - has been shored up and our structure is sound. we've got a house that's liveable but we're still adding the special touches that make it a home. i do finally feel connected to my husband again. he has done an outstanding job of working toward regaining my trust and i am doing my best to trust him. we are showing up for each other. and that's a really powerful thing. 

i mess up every day. i still think negatively. and i still speak negatively. and i still hurt others. and i'm still hardest on myself. but at least now i'm trying really, really hard to forgive myself when i mess up, let it go, and just do the next right thing. i'm better able to catch my negative (worrisome, anxious, harsh, always jump to the worst case scenario) thoughts and replace them with good.

in 2013 i learned so much about my son. not all moms are able to say they know their child as well as i know mine. i'm not saying that to brag. but it sounds like bragging, doesn't it? and isn't it something to brag about?! i know harrison so well and i wouldn't have that deep, special relationship with him if i'd hopped a flight to tahiti. i learned about myself this year. how to be more of who god calls me to be - someone who's full of love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self-control. how to focus on things that are noble, right, pure, lovely, admirable and praiseworthy. how to tune out the lies and focus on truth. i learned things about my husband that hadn't before been revealed in nearly ten years of marriage. he and i are convinced our ten year anniversary celebration (and vacation!) will be all the sweeter for having walked through the mire these past months (and in the months to come). we are, more than ever, committed to each other and have reached a deeper level of understanding about how the other sees the world.

in 2013 i learned that diagnosis doesn't have to lead to divorce. 

instead, it can lead to discovery.

and the greatest discoveries in the world are the ones found right in your own back yard.


come what may in 2014, if i feel the need to escape to tahiti i'll be taking jeremy, harrison and graham with me. an over-water bungalow would undoubtedly be more fun if i shared it with them.













Friday, December 20, 2013

let's stop being innkeepers

"while [mary and joseph] were there, the time came for the baby to be born, and she gave birth to her firstborn, a son. she wrapped him in cloths and placed him in a manger, because there was no guest room available for them." luke 2:6-7


my thoughts have been stewing. brewing. they've been swirling around in this head of mine, refusing to slow down, refusing to be quiet. 

it all started with a children's advent devotional. we've been reading a bible verse and an associated paragraph about the nativity story - written specifically for a child's level of understanding - each evening after dinner. december 6th's commentary was about hospitality, specifically regarding the innkeeper's lack of hospitality toward mary and joseph, which lead to jesus' birth in a stable. there is no guest room available. these words swirled together in my mind with a phrase i'd read a few days prior on momastery's blog - prepare him room.

let every heart prepare him room.

there is no guest room available.

i've let these concepts marinate for a couple weeks now. i thought god was trying to teach me about slowing down, focusing on the real meaning of christmas, not getting caught up in the spending and doing and busyness...just focusing on jesus.

don't be an innkeeper.

prepare him room. 

have you ever wondered why god chose to send his son, jesus, as a baby? 

i was at a children's birthday party recently. one of the other mothers there gave birth to a little girl six weeks ago and brought her sweet newborn to the party. every person there was oohing and awing at her adorable chubby cheeks, her tiny little hands, her puckered up lips. i got to hold her for a good while. she snuggled up into a tiny ball on my chest and i was reminded of the days when my own newborns curled up the same way. not long after i placed her back into her mama's arms i looked up to see a grandfatherly gentleman holding her. he winked at me and smiled as if to say, "ha ha i got her now." i smiled back knowingly. my own son, graham, asked what was so funny and i explained to him that "everyone loves a baby".

god is god. he was perfectly capable of designing any number of intricate plans for getting jesus to earth. he could have simply appeared as a man, a mysterious man who can do miracles. he could have been sent down from heaven in a cloud or a blinding light, like the angels tend to show up. but instead, jesus was born. he was birthed by a woman. he arrived after hours of labor. he came to earth as a precious little baby. 

just like we did. 

everyone loves a baby.

"for unto us a child is born" isaiah 9:6
"and a child will lead them" isaiah 11:6
"jesus said, i praise you, [god], because you have hidden these things from the wise and learned, and revealed them to little children" matthew 11:25
"the disciples called to jesus and asked, "who is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven? jesus called a little child to him and placed a child among them. he said, 'i tell you the truth, unless you change and become like little children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven. whoever takes the lowly position of this child is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven and whoever welcomes one such child in my name, welcomes me'" matthew 18:1-5
"jesus said, let the little children come to me and do not hinder them for the kingdom of heaven belongs to such as these" matthew 19:14
"how great is the love god has lavished on us that we should be called his children!" 1 john 3:1


faith like a child.

it seems to me we all need to be a little more childlike. 

would you walk with me for a moment into the recesses of my mind? somehow i have to make you understand what's going on up in here. somehow i have to help myself figure it all out too. among my childlike faith and don't be an innkeeper and prepare him room thoughts, ugliness has crept in. it's come mostly in the form of facebook status updates and shared links. my mind has been percolating on the comments from duck dynasty's phil robertson and, more importantly to me (more sadly too), i've had to mix in my friend's and family's support of his comments. at the risk of angering those closest to me, i am here to say...

i do not share mr. robertson's viewpoint.

moreso, i don't think anyone should share mr. robertson's viewpoint.

i am a christian. meaning that i love jesus. i suppose it's safe to say i maintain "christian values". meaning that i try to live like jesus. (please note that i fail at this every single day, but i do try). i do not believe that judgement or harsh talk or opinions about how others live their lives has anything at all to do with christian values. i do not believe homosexuality should be equated to beastiality. i do not believe black people should be equated with "white trash" people. i do not believe any of it...there should not be any measuring or judging or comparing or categorizing of people, or sins of people, whatsoever.

i believe our values as christians...our stance...our commentary...should always be...

my opinion is not important. jesus loves everyone. so i love everyone. the end.

have you ever noticed - really noticed - how children see the world? they always start from a place of love. they see good in others, they find things to admire. they don't discriminate. they might notice differences between us but they don't weigh those differences on a scale of better or worse. they are fearless, unashamed to ask personal questions, to learn more about others. they are able to say "i don't know", to accept things they don't understand, to value the mystery and wonder of life. they are trusting, believing, pure. their perspectives on life, on others, always begin with love.

until we teach them otherwise.

unless you change and become like little children you will never enter the kingdom of heaven.

when will we stop being innkeepers? when will we stop slamming the door in people's faces? when will we stop spewing our opinions? when will we shut our mouths and open our hearts and prepare him room and see everyone as they were when they were born - as a little loved baby? when will we become like untainted children and include everyone at the table? here, you can have my seat.

the jesus storybook bible - a bible written for children (of course) - penned it so beautifully, "god loves us with a never stopping, never giving up, unbreaking, always and forever love". it's not a mistake that god loves every one of us with such an incredible love. it's not a mistake that he tells us it's best to be like a little child. we grown ups have a hard time comprehending such unfathomable, unexplainable things. but children don't. they simply believe. somehow they just know they are deeply, profoundly loved. and they're willing to extend that love to others.

we are five days from christmas, from celebrating the birth of a baby - a god born with flesh - who came to rescue us from ugliness.

i now think what god is trying to teach me, along with slowing down and not getting caught up in the busyness of the season, is this: this world is so twisted up and tossed out and hanging on by a thread! isn't it clear how desperately we need a rescuer? we need to be rescued from all the ugliness! we need to be saved from ourselves!

let's take these next five days to quiet down and prepare a place for baby jesus to be welcomed in. let's take time to hold the baby just a while longer, to soak up every precious coo, to allow his tiny hand to wrap around our finger, to feel the weight of him on our chest, to listen for his heart beat and take in his sweet scent. let's remember his birth and why he came.

instead of closing the door on those who need acceptance, let's shut out our own opinions and our comments and our freedoms.

let's choose to sleep in the stable and create a vacancy at the inn for someone who desperately needs it.









 































Wednesday, December 4, 2013

a tale of two trees

last year i confessed to you my obsessive compulsive nature towards decorating our christmas tree. not long after i published that post i received an email from my aunt janet which included an idea to make future tree decorating more pleasant for everyone. once having had two young boys herself, and the longing for a beautiful tree, she described a way to incorporate both. she commented that decorating my christmas tree, taking care to hang the ornaments exactly how i see fit, can be the gift i give myself each year! she suggested asking harrison and graham to select one special ornament to hang on the tree - the very first ornaments that get hung, anywhere they want to hang them. this might be a way to honor them and include them in the decorating but then i could be free (guilt-free) to build an ornament-hanging plan around those two initial ornaments. i thought her ideas were great and would work well for our family, as opposed to what i had been doing, which was to freak out about it or just not let the boys help at all.

i have saved that email from my aunt all year. i have thought about it numerous times. i had planned to do exactly as she suggested.

but then something crazy happened.

i was not in the mood to decorate the tree. i wasn't even in the mood to get out the tree...or sort out the different branches...or put it together...none of it. my christmas spirit was running on empty.

but my boys had enough christmas spirit for us all and they wanted, needed, to put up the tree. 

SO I LET THEM.

and let me tell you something. it was the best christmas ever. they declared me the best mommy in the world. they worked together as a team. they were happy. they didn't fight. they had SO MUCH FUN.

do you want to see the result? here's the iphotographic evidence:

yup. they did this all by themselves. i was such a proud mama.

here's the play by play...

 i was starting to get a wee bit compulsive at this point. but i kept my mouth shut.




 i was starting to hyperventilate at this point. but i kept my mouth shut.


okay at this point i might not have been able to keep my mouth shut and i might have told graham he couldn't hang every single snowman puff ball in the same spot. so he moved one poor lonely puff ball off to the right.


 these five puff balls sure did have fun hanging out together though.


 and these six whitewithredpolkadot ornaments enjoyed being together on the front of the tree. graham likes to group the ornaments together. harrison took a more balanced approach.


i did put the bow on the top and wrapped the ribbon around. i also hung a few of my favorite ornaments, like this moose canteen from a trip to steamboat springs.


 this ski lift to remind us of our trip to crested butte.


 this royal tara porcelain ornament from my trip to ireland.


 graham's handprint ornament that he gave me last year.


 
i was so pleasantly surprised at the awesome job they did. i considered it a christmas miracle. 

until...

harrison told me to turn on the lights.

and i told him there are no lights.

and he nearly cried.

people. i don't know what to say. this was not a mistake. i didn't forget the lights. i purposefully, secretively, chose not to string the lights and hoped to god they wouldn't notice. i didn't have enough christmas spirit to take the strands back and forth, weave them in and out and round and round and AAAAHHHH! so i just skipped over it.

i was this close to getting away with it too!

but when the sun set and the house got darker harrison asked "when are we going to put on the lights?" and i said "you have to put the lights on before the ornaments" and he assumed his grumpy, curlupintoaballandpout position and i honestly questioned whether or not i could just wrap a string of lights on top of everything.

but guess what i did instead...


oh yes. i clamped a light to the bottom of the tree. it cast a little glow. well, at least on the bottom 1/4th of the tree. 

in all honesty i was pretty dang proud of my ingenuity. i was patting myself on the back. high five for problem solving in a pinch!

but harrison still went to bed sad that night. 

so i did what all guilty-feeling moms would do...

the next afternoon we took all the ornaments off the tree and sorted them into piles all over living room. i dug the boxes back out from under the basement stairs, found the lights, wrapped the tree in them and let the boys hang all the ornaments again.


 here it is.


here it is all lit up.


here is the baby jesus. 

surely he prefers lying next to a softly glowing tree.

surely he is shaking his head at me and speaking to me things like...

see, they did such a lovely job decorating the tree. you don't have to be such a tyrant about it.

clearly, if you have enough ornaments it doesn't matter where you place them! it all looks the same in the end anyway!

honestly, child, why do you always have to make things harder than they need to be? couldn't you have mustered up enough of somethin to get those lights hung in the first place?

ha! a clamp light! nice try.

or probably more likely...

rachel, why do you always look for the shortcut? stop that. there is beauty in the long and narrow path. after all, it's not Christmas if you don't have the Light.











Saturday, November 30, 2013

counting my blessings - november 30, 2013

number thirty and a confession or two



so...we went to the treehouse yesterday. i was impressed with the progress but discouraged by the amount of work that still needs to be done. the most overwhelming thing to me was balancing keeping my boys entertained and trying to be productive. i did not find success at either. 

i woke up in the night with pain in my temple, behind my left eye and in the left side of my neck and shoulder. i drove the boys home this morning. my brain felt foggy and it probably wasn't the safest decision to drive, but it was certainly saner than staying up at the condo, longing for a dark quiet room, while my boys get into papa's tools and try to kill each other.

confession #1: my migraines do not always make me more patient with my children. this morning i yelled at them and freaked out and caused lots of unnecessary stress for everyone. pain + construction zone = crazy mommy.

confession #2: there are two types of people in this world - those who like to do things themselves and those who like to pay people to do things for them. i am 100% totally and completely the second type of person. god bless DIYers, but i am not one of them. note even close.

as i was lying in bed last night, covering my nose with the sheet and blankets because the dust is SO THICK in the loft and i wanted to create a protective layer between it and me, i was planning how i was going to vacuum the ceilings and all the beams and every inch of that condo. when i was driving home this morning i was daydreaming about who i could hire to vacuum the dust from every square inch of the condo.

i carry a lot of stress. confession #3: i create a lot of stress for myself. when i feel stress my brain and my body freak out. i just don't handle it well at all. and listen, i'm working on it. i'm in therapy. i'm trying to become more zen. but i think part of becoming more zen is 1) to know myself better, to understand how i operate 2) to focus more on the positive and learn better how to cope but, most importantly, 3) to not put myself in stressful situations in the first place!

it is much healthier for me to pay someone else to carry the stress for me.

so that's where i'm at today. longing to hire someone to just finish the dang condo already. stressed because i know that's not going to happen.

what am i thankful for?

i guess i'm thankful that my mother and father-in-law are better able to handle the stress of this project than i am. i am thankful they are able to focus on the positive and continue to persevere through the dust and through my drama. i am thankful they have a vision for what the condo will be - a place to bond with each other, to create memories, to relax after long days of skiing, a place that will be a blessing to us and to others.

i am so very blessed to call them mom and dad.

and here are the photos of how the treehouse looked yesterday:


 boy's room

 master bedroom

 living room, you can peek into the bathroom which is blocked off by stuff

 fireplace

 loft

 loft

 living room

 kitchen

 kitchen floor

the loft. we got the rug rolled out and the boys were actually able to play up there. with toys. not with power tools. thank you jesus.


Friday, November 29, 2013

counting my blessings - november 29, 2013

number twenty-nine


i'm feeling a bit better this morning! thankful!

i am thankful for the treehouse.
 
we are headed up to our condo at some point today. meme, papa, jer and zach have been at the treehouse every weekend since september 20th, working so hard. much of the work is complete -

MANY trips to haul off thirty years of junk
hardwood floors sanded and polyurethaned
old tile pulled up and new laminate floor laid in kitchen
old carpet pulled up and new carpet laid in the rest of the space
all new paint
new sliding glass door and windows
new electric in kitchen
lots of cleaning and dusting and vacuuming
the entire kitchen demolished and a new kitchen waiting to be installed

it has been a huge undertaking!

today will be the first time the boys and i have seen the treehouse since we closed on it ten weeks ago. i'm so excited to see the changes. i'm so excited to take some after photos!

here are the completely unedited, very poorly lit, before photos. pretty much everything you see in the pictures below is now different. and, for that, i am VERY thankful! ha!

 boys bedroom

 boys bedroom, wall with closet

 master bedroom

 master bedroom, private bathroom and closet

 hallway from bedrooms to front door

 bathroom. the two bathrooms won't be renovated until next summer, i'm guessing

 eat in kitchen

 view from kitchen into living room

 loft, which will be our bedroom and a play space for the boys.

 living room, stairs to loft

 loft

 living room

 there used to be a mural - a photo of the mountains - on this wall. seriously.

 kitchen

fireplace.


i am so very blessed.








Thursday, November 28, 2013

counting my blessings - thanksgiving day

number twenty-eight


i am thankful for a god who gives us freedom of choice.

a week or so ago my friend michelle sent me a link to this blog post, a lovely reminder to be thankful for the things we normally despise. the author dared her readers to "find the blessing within the curse." she went on to detail her own "unthankful thankful list" which included things like a messy house, financial discomfort, and too much laundry. my list would look fairly similar - thank you for dirty dishes because it means we have full bellies, thank you for the chore of making my bed because it means i had a warm place to sleep...and what about thank you i got stuck behind that infuriatingly slow car because it meant i didn't get caught speeding.

i've written my negative thoughts about my headaches. normally, they are not at all something for which i give thanks. but, today, i'm choosing to find the good in it.

"i place before you life and death, blessing and curse.
choose life so that you and your children will live."
(deuteronomy 30:19)



i am thankful for my migraine headaches. 

i am thankful for migraines because when i have one:
they make me long for heaven
they make me appreciative of my husband
they make me have a quiet and gentle spirit
they make me more patient with my children
they force me to lie down and really rest
they make me compassionate toward others who suffer similarly
they make me realize i'm not in control of things
they give me the opportunity to practice the art of letting go
they make me value my pain-free, energy-filled days so much more


it's thanksgiving day. i am at home, in a great deal of pain. my family is together, eating and lounging and being a family. it would be easy to be bothered by that and, yet, instead i find myself choosing to think...

i am so very blessed.


 


Wednesday, November 27, 2013

counting my blessings - november 26 & 27, 2013

number twenty-six and twenty-seven


i'm just going to have to second the things my boys said they were thankful for yesterday.



while i was cooking dinner i asked harrison to help by setting the table. he was placing a fork near each plate and, out of the blue, said, "mommy, can we decorate for christmas?"

"no, we have to wait until after thanksgiving," i replied.

"but why?"

"because we need to concentrate on the things we are thankful for first. we need to have grateful hearts, during thanksgiving, before we can truly celebrate christmas."

he worked silently for a few minutes then walked into the kitchen and said with a smile, "mommy, do you know what i'm thankful for? that i have a good daddy."

i hugged him, kissed his hair, and responded, "i sure am thankful you have a good daddy, too, buddy."



not much later, while sitting around the table filling our bellies with tacos (one meal i am VERY thankful everyone in the family eats), harrison brought up the subject again. we all started discussing the things we are thankful for.

graham volunteered, "i have one. i'm thankful for god, for jesus."


ditto, little mister. ditto.


i am so very blessed.