I am..well, sort of! I can’t commit to every day for the next 21 days, but I’m going to try my best. Will you join me? I will try to blog each day for 21 days beginning today, if only to just recall 3 things I’m grateful for!
So here goes day 1:
- I am grateful for my amazing, kind, hubby. I met Mike (Mikey) Wilks in the Summer of 2001 and found my soul mate. I know that sounds howkie, but if you’ve finally found yours, you know what I’m talking about! And I am grateful each day for him. He is my rock. He puts up with me when I’m cranky and never mentions when I fail terribly at multi-tasking. He reminds me to “focus” (those of you that know me well, know what this means. Those that don’t….when I enter the doors of my favourite retail, Costco, I receive a text that simply says…”Focus”. I got bubble bath this Christmas from Mikey..called, you guessed it…”Focus”). He thinks I’m beautiful…even in the morning when my mascara is smeared all over my face cuz I was too tired to remove it the night before and my breath is nothing short of eye watering. (now that’s love) He LOVES my children. No, I mean he really LOVES my kids! And most important, each one of them knows that. They have a cool, loving relationship. Don’t try and tell him they aren’t his, either. You may just, for once, encounter Mikey’s “dark” side. How important is that for a step-dad? He refers to them as “our kids” or to third parties as “his” kids. He’s been there for each one of them in dark times, to support them and in good times to share in their joy. Mikey has also been there at each of our grandchildren’s birth. The last three, he had the privilege of being invited into the birthing room. He cut the umbilical cord of our last grandchild, Emma. A special gift from our baby, Melissa and her amazing hubby, Lucas. An experience he was not fortunate to have previously and will never forget.
- 2. I am grateful for my children. Each one holds a very special place in my heart. Each think I love the other more and nothing can be farther from the truth. Which brings me to this beautiful poem that I once had framed in our bathroom, by Erma Bombeck
Dear First Born, Dear Middle Born, To my Baby,
Dear (Michelle) – First Born
I’ve always loved you best because you were our first miracle. You were the genesis of a marriage and the fulfillment of young love. You sustained us through the hamburger years, the first apartment, our first mode of transportation, and the seven-inch TV we paid on for 36 months. You were new, had unused grandparents, and enough clothes for a set of triplets. You were the original model for a mom and dad who were trying to work the bugs out. You got the strained lamb, the open safety pins and three-hour naps. You were the beginning!
Dear (Joey) Middle Born
I’ve always loved you the best because you drew a tough spot in the family and it made you stronger for it. You cried less, had more patience, wore faded hand-me-downs, and never in your life did anything first. But it only made you more special. You were the one we relaxed with, who helped us realize a dog could kiss you and you wouldn’t get sick. You could cross a street by yourself long before you were old enough to get married. And you helped us understand the world wouldn’t collapse if you went to bed with dirty feet. You were the child of our busy, ambitious years. Without you, we never could have survived the job changes and the tedium and routineness that is marriage.
To (Melissa) My Baby
I’ve always loved you best because while endings are generally sad, you are such a joy!! You readily accepted the mild-stained bibs, the lower bunk, the cracked baseball bat, the baby book that had nothing written in it except a recipe for graham-cracker piecrust that someone had jammed between the pages. You are the one we held on to so tightly. You darken our hair, quicken our steps, squared our shoulders, restored our vision, and give us a sense of humor that security, maturity, and durability can’t provide. When your hairline takes on the shape of Lake Ontario and your own children tower over you, you will still be our baby!!!
3. Health, I’m grateful for my health. Age has never been an issue with me, as I’m a GRATEFUL to have reached 63 years of age. Many have not had that privilege.
So, what three things are you grateful for?
I’ll leave you with this
Life is Good…..