I am a family girl. I love looking across the room and seeing Chad on the computer and Lauren smacking the wood floor with her plastic princess shoes. I love seeing Evan crawl around and try with all his might to keep up with his big sister. I love my family. I use to dream of the day that I could have my family and my parents together again. Why is it so easy for some families? I don't understand what went wronge where and why. I am not naive enough to think that everyone has a "perfect" family while mine is so disfunctional. I totally understand that we only see people after they have been buffed and shined, their faces presented with painted on smiles. I know that everyone has a skeleton or two. It could be a drug addict brother or a depressed sister. Who knows? My parents are now divorced and I havn't talked to my brother and sister since Lauren was 6 months old. And holidays are still hard. I havn't given up hope. But for now, I am consentrating on my own family. I am so thankful for my children. They fill my home with laughter, and yes, some whining and crying too. They are not perfect, but when they reach there arms out to me with love shining in there eyes, I know that I am blessed. I know that my Heavenly Father loves me because he blessed me with Lauren and Evan. They brighten my days. My heart is sings with contentment. I will do all I can, go down every road, climb every mountian, conqure any obstical to give my children what I feel I was cheated out of. My arms will always be open to them, my heart will always listen to there pleas.
I am a very simple person really. I don't need a large bank account or attractive cars to make me happy. I am fine with buying my cloths second hand. I don't have a college degree, and I am not a career women. Instead, I wake in the mornings to Lauren's breath on my neck. I cherish those mornings. I rejoice as I walk down the stairs to hear Evan's announcement that he is awake. His chuby little fingers reaching out to me. I am so aware of how fast time marches through the years. I see little finger prints on my windows and mirrors and I don't wash them off right away. I leave them there for a couple of days as a little memorial of that moment that is all ready gone. I dread the day that I am not behind in Laundry, that would mean that I have no one to wash clothes for. I love that my house gets cluttered ten minutes after I have cleaned it, that means that there are little ones eager to play with anything in reach. I have so much in my heart. It is filled with laughter, tears, the padded sound of bare feet on wood floors, sighs and songs and so very much more.
In this time of finacial upheavl and uncertinty, I feel at peace. I have put my heart into my family. My treasurs are not gold, cars, and a never ending credit limit. No, my treasures are Chad, Lauren and Evan. And that is what I am Thankful for this Thanksgiving.