Bloggers Block

I am waiting for something exciting, or hilarious, or insightful to blog about…. no such luck. We are officially in the doldrums of winter, and I’m afraid until the thermometer reaches 50 degrees again, life seems less than blog worthy. I think that this is something only Michiganders (and other Midwesterners) can truly understand. February comes along, and we hang all of our hopes on spring. It’s all we can talk about. It is amazing what a balmy 50 degrees can do for the soul. I wonder what people in Florida would think if they came to Michigan for that first burst of spring we get. We must look like idiots. It is only 20 degrees above freezing and we have our car windows down, hanging our heads out like golden retrievers. We open every window in our home, turn off the heat, and send our kids out on their bikes. My personal favorite are the ding bats you see (often at a store beginning with WAL) donning their finest denim shorts. All this being said I am suffering from an acute case of Spring Fever and I need a prescription for sunshine and a warm breeze (and an umbrella drink). STAT!

Looking on the Bright Side

This week has been one of those weeks where I spent most of my time thinking about the things that we don’t have. I am a worrier by nature, and find myself many nights struggling to fall asleep, thinking about all of life’s unknowns. I would be a liar if I said that this economy has not affected our home like it has so many others. I am able to be pretty positive when it comes to Tori and her CP, but this was one of those weeks where I just wanted an answer. Why? It was one of those “head above water” weeks.

When you have a week like that… you learn pretty quickly that it takes a lot more energy to worry than it does to be thankful. I am so blessed in my life, and today I am taking a load off and thinking about that instead.

The old saying “the mouths of babes” is so true. Rather than list off the bazillion things that make my life so blessed, I will share a prayer. It’s best if recited by Kira. It is her prayer that she says every night and that she “put up” herself.

Dear Lord Jesus,

Thank you for school

Thank you for friends

Thank you for babies

Thank you for Jesus and God take care of Momma and Daddy, Tori and Emma and Kira

Thank you for Grammas and Grampas

Thank you that Tori and Emma don’t choke (this one always makes us laugh behind our folded hands)

Thank you for toys

And help me to make good choices

Amen