Saturday, February 14, 2009

Enjoy the Ride

Moments you are thankful for!



Softly the little breaths next to me create a rhythmic pattern.
I try with all my might to allow this to lull me back to sleep.
But my mind refuses...
I am awake!

So, I have found myself wide awake at 3:30 this morning.  After debating whether or not to just lay in bed or not, I reluctantly crawl out from under the nice warm covers.  Coffee please!  And actually, these moments that I have just to myself are few and far between.  Since my son was born, my life has been consumed with the daily AND nightly needs of a child!  So, I welcome these quiet moments...even if it is 3:30AM.  Plus, I woke up to a little Valentine's Day surprise.

One single red rose, my favorite bar of chocolate, & two cards...one beautiful written card from my husband & a touching card from my son(written by daddy of course)!  Oh the joys of simplicity!  My husband wrote..."All we need is our love to get us through.  Together we can take on the world with our heads held high and at the end we can say, we tried our best & enjoyed the ride.  I figured one rose would be perfect this year (well, besides the fact that you would kick my behind if I bought you a full bouquet).  One rose to symbolize our love...and with that love, we are two souls working together as one to create a beautiful and fulfilling life together. "  I am normally not one to easily cry....not a good trait for working in construction...but these words and others within his card brought the water works!  I am so lucky!

And it made me incredibly grateful for what I do have!  Even though our life is kind of falling down around us....having to move out of our apartment, frantically searching for jobs, worried about supporting our son...we always have each other!  Things do happen for a reason....we may not understand it at the time or for many years...but they do.  So, all we can do at this point is hold on to each other, make the best of what we are given, and enjoy the ride!  

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