Now third, as I sit here in my pj's on Thanksgiving while Chris is at work, it is tempting to feel sorry for myself especially as I think back over the years and realize how rarely we actually get to celebrate a holiday the "normal" way (nursing and law enforcement~can't beat the job security but it comes with the price of 365 day/year, 24 hours/day operations). It's particularly tempting today as I've been dealing with a myriad of health problems and we've had a very complicated schedule for the last couple of months with no end in sight!
Fortunately though, I'm quickly snapped back into the reality of our incredibly blessed life full of fun, noise, and chaos just like I love :o) In many ways, things are just as I imagined them all those years ago (17!) when Chris and I met in the hall at Lutheran South right by the pay phones (remember pay phones?!) as he innocently tossed a piece of trash in my direction. In other ways, things are even better than I imagined! There have certainly been disappointments along the way and there will, no doubt, be plenty more but through all of it God's hand is always there guiding us along, spinning the complicated web of our existence intertwined marvelously with all of your webs as well. I am so unbelievably grateful, even as I sit here in the office procrastinating about housework on Thanksgiving. I wouldn't trade a moment!
Ahhhhh, retirement. How much better can life get for a dog who used to rip up cars and sniff out drugs all day?!
Reading Oma's (Grandma Whittle) Wine Spectator
Reading to "the guys" while enjoying the Macy's Thanksgiving Parade
