Thankful

In light of the recent holiday, I have decided to share the things I am thankful for. I am, as always, thankful for my God, my family and for a delicious diner, but let's be honest I am thankful for a lot more than that.

I am thankful that my husband does not look like a TV weatherman. I know that they are fancy meteorologist now, but they tell the weather and in my book that makes you a weatherman. I remember back in the day when the person who did the weather was most likely to be a former cheerleader or beauty queen. They would point at a smiling sun or sad rain cloud and that was it. The most interesting part about that part of the news was when Willard Scott said "Happy Birthday" to someones 88 year old grandmother or a 6 year old girl. Then there was Al Roker, who looked nothing like most weather people and actually got to talk. Now every weather person wants to chat it up with the anchors and most of them look like a honey roasted rotisserie chicken with frozen foreheads and "creepy man in a van" looks. I am thankful that the plastic surgeon from The Doctors (one of my guilty pleasures) has brought his orange glow into my house and touched the handsome face of the man I love.

I am thankful that while my kids are sometimes loud, they are never weird. I say that because I went to a Thanksgiving diner and the other children there were so quiet I was just waiting for them to snap and take us out into the cornfield. I don't trust kids who don't talk - they are keeping secrets and that is never good.

I am thankful that my daughter was gone long enough for my son to remember what it was like to be the only person for Mommy and Daddy to focus on. When he is alone, we see everything and there is nobody else who could have done it. That means he is under constant watch. He now misses her and will hopefully remember this the next time he wants to get rid of her or hurt her feelings. It is not fun being an only child, at least not for him. He is always doing something and I think he appreciates having someone there to take the heat off.

I am thankful that my sense of humor is still in tact. I have had a rough couple of weeks, but I am back and ready to tackle my challenges with a fresh perspective and a plan of action. I am 11 weeks into my 52 week stay and I am determined to make the best of it.

Thank God for Jesus! (For real, try it; it helps)