I am blessed beyond my worth. I'm a believer in Christ, there for know that I will spend eternity in Heaven. I am unworthy of his love, and I can't even describe the feelings when I think that he died for me.
Then I think of the blessing's he's given me. My husband. What can I say about him? He loves me so much more than I deserve most of the time. He's an amazing father. I truly could not have asked for a better man to be the father of my children. He's a hero! He's in the Army and loves his job. He believes in helping the Iraqi people to have the freedom they want. Most importantly, he loves Christ!
Then there's my children. God gave me Jordyn for 2 yrs 1 month and 8 precious days. There are so few words in the English language to describe how much I love this child and miss her, long for her in my arms, and thank GOD that he gave her to me for even 1 day. What GOD gave me, cancer will never be able to truly touch, because one day I'll be with her again. My boys are so precious to me. They are truly BOYS! If you have a boy, you know what I mean. Full of energy, orniness, rough-housing, playing in the dirt, sand, finding mud puddles and becoming as dirty as possible. If there's messy food to eat, it's the first thing they want! Just as boys should! LOL Jacob knows Jesus and loves him, he knows his sister and loves her, he adores his Daddy and they have a bond that I sit in awe of. Jackson's my "baby", at just 2 he's so smart, sweet, ornery, and wonderful. He's "MY BOY", yet loves that Daddy of his!
One of the sweetest sounds I hear everyday is "Daddy" when Chad comes home from work!
What did I do to deserve these amazing people? Why did GOD allow ME to find this man, have these children? I shouldn't question. I should just be thankful, even for the tense and stressful moments. I need to look at the good times and lock them in my heart and hold onto them and remind myself of eating ice cream in a German Ice Cream Shoppe, then going across the street to the little park with the fountain pond, running around, chasing each other. I love to hear my boys giggle...you know the giggle I'm talking about. It's those giggles of pure joy, of being carefree, fully loved, and truly happy. Running around, out of breath, looking at the pond, smelling the flowers. It's a good day, a good moment in time that I want and need to lock into my heart and never forget.
My dear friend, Emily talks about "Really living"...tonight I really lived with my boys and my blessings are too great to count. I am learning to "really live" from my children.