This morning Lincoln woke me up around 5:30 to eat. Once he was fed he decided he wasn’t ready to go back to sleep. So we cuddled for a bit while he tossed and turned and continued to hit me in the face while doing so. He fell back asleep around 7:00, just when it was time for me to bring my mom to work. She is thankfully letting us borrow her vehicle right now since ours decided its a good time to break down. And our little back up car wouldn’t be making it anywhere in this snow.
Even though, I am running on only a few hours of sleep, it gave me the chance to catch a beautiful sunrise this morning. While I sat there drinking my coffee, ready for class hours early, it made me realize how much there really is to be thankful for.
Of course, with the holidays coming up, everyone always begins their lists of what they are thankful for. But when things seem to be going wrong, it is sometimes hard to remember.
This morning I am thankful for a baby who fell back asleep; An amazing boyfriend who takes the best care of him when I need; Great parents who will help me with anything… Honestly, anything. My dad came over the other night because I blew a fuse while John was at work and I couldn’t figure out how to fix it. Oh, the joys of living in an old house. I am also thankful for my brother and his wife who bring me to class every Tuesday and Thursday so I don’t have to pay to park for 8 hours while I’m on campus; And also for all the advice they give about raising Lincoln; And for my cute little niece who always gives me the biggest smile every time I see her; I’m thankful for my sister, even though I haven’t seen her in 3 years, she doesn’t forget to remind me how much she cares; Oh, and I can’t forget how thankful I am for coffee in the morning; The list goes on and on..
Even though there are many things I could complain about, like my useless car, or all the homework I have left to do. All of those things actually show me how much there is to be thankful for. I didn’t mean to write such a sappy post, but it just kind of happens when you talk about real life.