Thursday, November 29, 2012

Grateful for this Guy

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I think I fell a little behind on the Grateful posts
#14 The Gospel of Jesus Christ
#15 The USA and the men and women who fight for our freedom
#16 A really great mom
#17 The Hard things
#18 My kids
#19 My Job
#20 Indy's Job
#21 My extended family
#22 Exercise
#23 Health
#24 Sisters and Brothers
#25 Good Food
#26 Entertainment
#27 Blogging
#28 Sense of Humor
#29 Nature
And #30 this Guy
All of the above could be their very own post...and maybe I will get to that...eventually
There are so many things about Indy that I love.  Most of all I love that I love him more and more.  It's the big things, he is a great dad and a great provider, he honors his priesthood, and the little things, he backs me into the pantry at 5:00 in the afternoon to kiss me silly.
The other night I was exhausted and fell asleep on the bed before I even got ready for bed.   He said "I came upstairs and went to kiss you because I was thinking about it and realized I hadn't kissed you all day."  This may not seem like a big deal but the fact that he was thinking about me in that way after a normal nothing out of the ordinary day touched my heart.  I know we all nurse old wounds, and the past is in the past but to me, it still comes as such a marvel and a welcome blessing to know I don't disgust him, or nauseate him.  He finds me desirable, wants to spend time with me and really loves me. ..  and I love him

Tuesday, November 13, 2012

Grateful 13

Parent Teacher Conferences - or currently called SEP.  Grateful for really good teachers watching over my kids.

Grateful 12

Google. How did we ever figure anything out before?

Sunday, November 11, 2012

Grateful 11 To be included....


He loves football more than any kid I know, including those that are able to play the game.  He attended every practice, but doesn't have a team, he is not on anyone's roster.  Every night at practice I had to be very careful to not look to the right where his actual age group would be practicing.  The 'what if' is hard, it hurts and I know that train of thought goes no where but a place called misery.  At the first of the season I was fighting to watch Noah and Zoe and keep Sport off the sidelines.  By the end of the season I had given up.  He knew where he wanted to be and was NOT going to move.  Lucky for me I had the entire team and their parents watching him as well, so if he was about to get trampled, someone would help him out of the way.  It was not uncommon to see him tell the other players 'good job' or 'come on guys' and give them a pat on the shoulders or the helmet if he could reach.  At the second to last game the team had huddled at the far end of the field getting ready to start the game.  He walked around the outside of the huddle shaking his sticky hand telling them 'you can do it guys' and one of the coaches grabbed him and said 'come on Rems get in the middle'.  He LOVED every second of it.  He was included.  He belonged.  I am grateful.