"We often take for granted the very things that most deserve our gratitude."
Today I am so very grateful for those who fight for our freedom. I am grateful for the sacrifies they make and for the families who wait for their safe return.
I don't think I could ever do that, you see...I am a wussss...make that capital WUSSSSS!!!!!!
I pray that neither of my boys, nor my nephew have to go to war.
I pray that they will never be drafted, or want to go to war. Because I am WUSSSSS!!!
Or maybe selfish, how bad is that?
I am a worry wart, and I do not know how I would deal with having to worry about them in a war situation. I can see myself instructing them to dive into a burrow somewhere, and hide until the warfare stopped, and they would be safe. To call me every night, and to blow kisses in my direction, as I do to them every night.
I worry about them when they are in the same house as I am, I worry for their safety at school, and I make sure, with all that I can, that they are safe. I say a prayer for them every single night that they will live long, healthy, wonderful, happy lives, and will grow to have families of their own. (In those exact words). Then I blow kisses towards them, or kiss them if I am next to them.
So, the things I take for granted today?
I am grateful for a beautiful little boy pretending he is a tough warrior, although he cries when he sees a tear in his mama's eye:
I am grateful for a sleeping baby, who's only worry is when he can nurse again, and if his baby is near by.
Happy Veterans Day, and I am sorry if I am a selfish WUSSSSS, I can't help it.
Sam was not a baby who fell asleep on his own, I nursed him to sleep almost every time, and I loved it.
Hayden is a different baby~that is the way it is supposed to be. Right?
You have another baby, and you compare.
You grasp onto the similarities, and laugh about the differences.
Hayden does love to fall asleep nursing (similar), but he also enjoys staring at his frog mobile, talking to himself, and he drifts gently asleep talking to his trees outside of his window (different)
Here is a video taken this morning, after we dashed outside to bring Sam to the bus which I can never quite seem to meet in time (my husband laughs, and mocks me every time). He also loves the fresh air~like his Auntie Jella does.
He sleeps, I can't help touching him, he smiles...LOVE!