I truly do have grattitude

Having just written the last post I wanted to definitely reflect on all that I rarely write about or say because despite the hardships and troubling moments, I am so blessed and I never lose sight of that…not ever.

Rick,

I love you.  You amaze me.  While there is no perfect, I think we’re so damned close.  So damned close that the margin of error that we have is so insignificant that it’s nearly invisible.

Thanks for supporting my dreams, for encouraging me to be myself and for laughing at my insane jokes and glib remarks.  Thanks for thinking you so got the catch because I know I did too.  Thanks for forgiving me my faults and my mistakes and letting me struggle through things without interference or judgment.  Thanks for “checking with the wife” and then for not getting mad and thereby letting me call your old boss and insist on retrieving your tools without checking with you first.  Thanks for allowing me to be empowered as a woman. Thanks for living with my stacks of books and crazy piles of hair that seem to end up everywhere I go. 

Thanks for making me dinner, putting the mirror on my dresser, taking Chloe on walks when I’m not home and letting her dig out her own bone from the bag because it makes me grin from ear to ear.

Thanks for the life you’ve built with me.  It’s absolutely amazing and my time with you is a gift.  A gift with a big bow on it.  The kind of gift that you want to admire before you open it because the outside is just as lovely as anything that could be tucked safely within.  Thanks for teaching me what a promise kept feels like.  Thanks for allowing me to vent about every person that has hurt me in the past so that I can walk through life with you without being full of resentments and long harbored ill feelings. Thanks for insisting that I hug you back and not giving up on me. You put up with a lot and rarely complain.

I love you!

Kristy

Keith,

You’re the son I dreamt about having. You’re the one I thought about before you were born.  You had your name long before you were ever mine.  And you are more amazing than I ever hoped for.

Thank you for laughing with me, letting me say whatever I need to say and telling me things that most teenage boys might not tell their good old Mom’s.  Thanks for helping me organize, telling me which shoes are the better pair and for forgiving me for everything I ever thought I could have done better by you.  I will probably never feel like I deserve you, but I will always be grateful that you are my son. 

I love you and I’m exceedingly proud of you.  I think you’re the most unique person I’ve ever known and I love just as you are, just as you desire to be, and for always unconditionally.

Love,

Mom

Chloe,

People may laugh because we all know you can’t read.  But I love you despite that flaw.  Thanks for always being loyal and faithful and loving me with every bit of your bigger than body heart.  Thanks for sitting with me when I study and laying with me when I’m tired or sick.  And thanks for being willing to lick away Mommy’s tear’s even when they’re mixed in with makeup and gunk.  People may laugh because we have our own language but my life is so much more because of little you.

Love,

Mommy