Woo-to-the-Hoo! Friday is in da' house! Time to get jiggy wit da weekend!
Yeah, that hurt my ears and head too. Sorry about that.
Time to honor the happenings of the past week and to ignore the illness we all love to hate . . . . . T1D.
1. I am humbled and honored and most importantly, gRaTeFuL to be lifted up in prayer and support through all of the comment love for my blue boy Ben. Being a mom can really mess up the impartial perspective you try to have when presented with a situation concerning your child. When support poured in and suggestions were offered I felt . . . . well . . . . vindicated. It allowed me to move past the question of "Am I overreacting?" to asking God to place a solution in my view, and boy howdy did He. More on that decision later.
Now Ben can get back to being 'blue' in the way he most enjoys . . . artificial colorings, additives and preservatives! Oh, and don't forget the High Fructose Corn Syrup! don't worry; we only let him do this to himself every 6 months or so
2. I am thankful for the sunshine and warmer temperatures this week. My kiddos experienced some serious spring fever by begging for flip flops to wear and sprinklers to run through. I blew the dust off the locks and threw open the windows in an effort to knock loose the stale stink of furnaced air. Yes, it was quiet the tease for Iowa in February; but we took it for what it was and e-n-j-o-y-e-d it while it lasted.
3. I am thrilled to be married to a man who still makes my heart flitter and flop when he does that little smirk/smile thing of his. He makes me laugh, he makes me cry, he makes me want to be a better person. He is who I thank God for every time I am in prayer. He knows me well enough to not buy me flowers or chocolate for Valentines Day . . . . because all I want is for him to walk through that front door one more time. One more time for as long as we both shall live. I cross my heart and promise I won't EVER get as mushy as this post again ;)
What are your 3 good Friday thoughts? Share them in the comments, post your own, or head on over to share yours with Amy; the fabulous lady who prompted me to start my own.