Our little boy loves the warm weather and loves to swim already, just like his Daddy.
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
so long sweet summer...
Our little boy loves the warm weather and loves to swim already, just like his Daddy.
thankful
I am thankful. I love my job. Wiping a runny nose, changing & washing dirty diapers, washing & folding laundry, washing dishes, ironing, waking up every 1/2 hour to comfort my ill child, making dinner, shopping for dinner, vacuuming, running errands...taking walks with my son in his stroller, hearing the chime on my phone signaling my husband's text message "I miss you...I love you...Wish I was at home with you...," hearing my son's belly laugh, receiving my husband's hug after a long day at work, putting my son down on the floor for 5 minutes, leaving the room to tend to making the bed and finding him 10 feet across the room (he's not even crawling yet).
To the feminist population, this would probably be a disgusting display, but for me - it's all I've ever wanted. It may seem ridiculous to millions of women, maybe even most women, but this is what I was designed for. Sure, there are times that I grumble. I can be sick and delirious with exhaustion, but overall I still love my job. I wouldn't trade being a wife and mother for anything in the world.
I am thankful for my husband who provides for us and actually ENCOURAGES me to stay home to raise our child, who after a long hard day at the office is more than willing to stop at the grocery store for me to pick up the lettuce I forgot when I was there earlier and then watch our son for a couple hours so I can take a bath, read, recharge my batteries or do anything I'd like to relax, who brings me flowers "just because," who writes me poetry, who prays with and for me, who serves me elaborate breakfasts in bed every single day for 2 weeks while I'm pregnant and on bedrest, who goes to work all week to make it possible for me to be a "stay-at-home mom." He never complains, never tires, and never forgets to show his affection.
I lack nothing. I am so grateful to God. I am totally undeserving. I am totally humbled.
To the feminist population, this would probably be a disgusting display, but for me - it's all I've ever wanted. It may seem ridiculous to millions of women, maybe even most women, but this is what I was designed for. Sure, there are times that I grumble. I can be sick and delirious with exhaustion, but overall I still love my job. I wouldn't trade being a wife and mother for anything in the world.
I am thankful for my husband who provides for us and actually ENCOURAGES me to stay home to raise our child, who after a long hard day at the office is more than willing to stop at the grocery store for me to pick up the lettuce I forgot when I was there earlier and then watch our son for a couple hours so I can take a bath, read, recharge my batteries or do anything I'd like to relax, who brings me flowers "just because," who writes me poetry, who prays with and for me, who serves me elaborate breakfasts in bed every single day for 2 weeks while I'm pregnant and on bedrest, who goes to work all week to make it possible for me to be a "stay-at-home mom." He never complains, never tires, and never forgets to show his affection.
I lack nothing. I am so grateful to God. I am totally undeserving. I am totally humbled.
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