Minding My Miracles

~ and finding new mercies every morning

Archive for the month “February, 2012”

YOU…doing that thing you do

Dear Ones –

This blog post really isn’t for you, but I am sharing it with you because I want to shout it to the world how wonderful the man I am married to is.  So enjoy my cyber letter to him.

Good Morning Love –

As I write this you are still enjoying a few moments of restful sleep.  Not that I’m sure it’s totally restful as pressed up to your side and using your arm as a pillow is our long lean one, the very first one we opened our heart to.  You don’t seem to mind him there, in fact, I think you enjoy it.  I love that about you.  I love the way you make room for them even when you’ve had a long rough day and you’re worn out.  You always make room for us (the boys and me).  You push yourself and keep going to be there for us, even when you really want to drop.  I love the way your heart is so big that I never have to worry if you’ll have enough love for us or those that will come.  I love your room-y heart.

Here I am, up over an hour before I need to be and I am on the computer.  Granted, I am writing this letter to you, but I could just as easily be on Facebook or Pinterest…it happens you know.  I think about the many messes I could be cleaning in this time hands free from kids.  I could so easily feel guilty over those messes.  But you never make me feel that way.  You are always so understanding that sometimes I just need to take a personal break.  You actually see what’s it’s like for me to just take a few mindless and workless minutes for myself.  In fact, you sometimes push me into them.  Like the way you lock the bathroom door for me so I can take an uninterrupted shower.  Or the way you hold the baby at night so I can just lay in bed and have my arms free.  I love the way your understanding translates into care.

Just thinking about how hard you’ve been working to get this year’s taxes done.  I know it’s a lot of work to make sure every i is dotted and every t is crossed.  You do that with everything.  You are a real perfectionist when it comes to making sure our finances and legal matters are in order.  I never have to worry about things of that nature not being done.  And you are so skilled at keeping things balanced.  You always make it work.  Things might be tight and keeping it all together might not always be the easiest thing, but you make it look easy.  I love that without complaint, you carry that burden for our family.

And there’s the yucky chores.  You so often volunteer to take on the worst jobs around the house and perform them cheerfully.  Like cleaning up the dog droppings.  You have cheerfully taken that job on and I love living in a place where the kids and I can go outside and I don’t have to worry about one of them picking up a pile.  You always seem to know when there is a “yucky” job that I really don’t want to do and you just do it.  I love that you give me a break from the gross-ness and we both know that with boys there tends to be an extra portion of gross-ness that just seems to be multiplying the older they get.

Today on the morning news they had a stupid report on who is the better parent – mom or dad?  It was really about who did specific jobs better.  My question is, what job makes a better parent?  I don’t think there is.  I think the parenting job is best done when you have a team.  I know there are families that don’t have the team option and I feel so blessed because I am not alone.  You always work with me so we can be a team.  Sometimes, it’s getting up in the middle of the night.  Sometimes, it’s holding the baby so I can do the dishes.  Sometimes, it’s running to the grocery store or the fast food joint or Tar-je…whatever, it’s the willingness to pitch in and help us get to bedtime and beyond.  I love that you are my partner in everything.

Okay, so maybe always doesn’t always hold true, but you are the best.  And the truth is that I don’t think there are words to describe those things you do, those simply amazing things.  Every moment of every day I become more grateful to God that I can have all those special gifts in my life.  Being with you is my favorite thing.  When you do all those things you do, my heart melts and I am overwhelmed.  I still get excited at the sight of you.  You are my amazing treasure.  I love you darling.  And I love all those things you always do!  EeEeEeEeEeEeEeEeEe

I am truly miraculously blessed!




This little handprint


Dear Ones –
Most moments these days minutes run into eachother before I’ve had a chance to realize the sun is already setting.  My darling kids run from one end of the house to the other and only stop when they fall into their beds.  Okay, let’s face it…many a night they don’t even fall into their beds, but rather run in and out of their rooms for a good, long time.
Sometimes I get so stressed with all I have to do and it seems like the piles of laundry never stop.  And sometimes the dishes never stop piling up and exhaustion pushes me oh so close to my breaking point.  And then sometimes in the midst of the dirt and clutter I see the beautiful marks my kids are leaving on my heart in real life.  Sometimes when I look in my mirror I see more than the exhausted mom who needs a date and a good night’s sleep.  Sometimes I see little hand-prints and instead of wiping my mirror clean I take that little moment to be thankful for my mess makers.  Sometimes like in this moment I take a snap shot and remember that these little hands will only leave their marks if I let them.  Sometimes I just need to hold my boys closer and thank God that I have this one more day with them.  The messes…they’ll be here forever.  These little boys…they grow so fast and this moment will only last if I make the memories.  For today, I choose to be thankful and leave the hand-print.
Miraculously Blessed,

Post Navigation