When I talk about being thankful, I don’t mean for the worldly things. I’m talking about what, or who, makes up my world. My husband Brad is at the top of that list (after God).
He loves me so perfectly. He’s strong. Tender. Passionate. Sweet. Protective. And underneath all the self-control he exudes, he’s so-much-FUN! I get that love? You better believe it! I’ll drink that in every second of every day the rest of my life.
I’m thankful for these things, and for his leadership role in our family, his adoration for my girls, respect for their father, the fierce love he has for his boys – and how beautifully that love is reciprocated. They are so much like him! Extremely introspective… something is stirring inside each of those boys and I can’t wait for them to mature and articulate those thoughts, perceptions, and memories they’re chewing on. They know exactly what’s going on around them. I. Can’t. Wait. Look out world!
Brad also has this deep love and appreciation for his parents, sister, brother-in-law and nephews. It’s always been there, but there was a dark time in his life where someone encouraged him (brainwashed, manipulated, insert any other dispicable verb you can think of) to suppress that love. It warms my heart to see how happy his family is to have their son, brother, brother-in-law, uncle, back. Not unlike the boys, he was introspective, for years… Piecing it all together.
Which is precisely why he loves this entire family with such wild abandon.
I’m so immensely and humbly thankful to God for my girls. My tough, smart, beautiful, talented, confident, fierce, driven, and accomplished girls. Their dreams are big and attainable. All of them. I love them to the point of distraction. These amazing beings call me mama… They are by thousands of miles and miles, my greatest blessings. They love me purely. Ahhh…
I’m thankful for the ability to provide for this family and thankful to the company, or in the past – companies, that have given me the opportunities to do so. It’s something very important to me; a balancing act to be mom, step-mom, and co-provider. I take those jobs very seriously. I’m up well before everyone and up almost later than everyone (Brad’s a night owl). By choice. There’s no room for chaos in this family. Our peace is a priority.
I’m thankful for my friends and family. They’re the same to me.
Lastly in order of list, not importance, I’m thankful for my health. 2015 started off scary. I’ve had to make swift and significant adjustments in lifestyle to improve my unfortunate genetic odds.
So today, I challenge you to be thankful. Stop complaining. I’ve read two stories in as many days of women, wives, mothers who suffered massive brain hemorrhages. One didn’t make it.
Be thankful. Everything can change in an instant.
More to come,
Tanya B.
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