To say 2009 was a hard year would be a bit of an understatement. It was literally the best and worst year of our little family's life.
We've had a lot of the rough stuff try to re-surface lately, and yesterday I found myself all friggin out crazy again. Not my normal, lick people's faces crazy, but the kind of crazy where I cry when I saw how skinny people eating hamburgers are on TV (THAT IS NOT REALISTIC), and cry when I saw the pile of dishes, and cry when my new dryer sheets didn't smell spring fresh, and more like an old lady's perfume.
I found myself in the 'WHY ME??!!' mode and called most of my family to complain about how it sucks so much to be an adult.
But then it hit me. Thanks to a much wiser sister Becca.
I am seriously, like, so blessed. Seriously.
So we lost two jobs this year. We were able to get two more jobs.
We were told last December that we would never be able to conceive.... three months later, sha-pow!
We were told Carter would come two months early and face major problems. He came on time - perfect, healthy, and totally ninja awesome. He is the happiest little chubbers I have EVER seen.
So my body was taken over by something that looks weird and I had to gain weight - the bed rest worked and I am healthy (lost 36 pounds and counting, sha-zam yo!).
So we lost health insurance at 7 months prego. We got it back with 3 weeks to spare.
These small miracles are no small thing. I know we are being looked after from a power so much greater than our own, and I have NO room to complain. I remember 6 years ago when all I could do is pray to be out of the wheelchair and walk again. I promised myself then I wouldn't sweat the small things. I want to smack myself for thinking things are that tough now.
I guess I had to post this as a reminder to myself to remember to cherish the blessings and forget about the other crap daily life brings. Seriously. I know, it's deep.
I mean, look at my sweetheart's smile. Somehow... looking at this... I love my life!Yeah, and the moving thing? Not going to happen anymore. I will be in Utah County. Please give me a HOLLA if you are around because I seriously am worried I might start wearing velour tracksuits before it's too late.