Thanksgiving and Halloween...why not!
Thanksgiving rocked as usual. We ran the Turkey Trot. I only did the 2 mile and got my best time ever (ok in comparison to the one other time I actually ran that dang race) It is really a funny thing. I have been involved in dancing, tumbling, volleyball, elite fitness classes, and any other physical training imaginable (plyometrics?...bring it!) And I have never been intimidated by any of it. Pre-children I could just live, eat, breath, drink working out, but for some reason, running has always intimidated the crap out of me. I am the crazy wife who tries to convince her husband all day long that marathons are not even good for you. ( you do NOT want to get me on my marathon tangent) Nowadays I just suck at just about any physical activity imaginable, and so that makes running just THAT much more intimidating. But I did it...two miles (and seriously, these days 2 miles is a big deal for this out-of-shape momma) And hey! My time was half decent. And I even enjoyed it. Slightly. Baby steps right? I guess I am inspired to get out of my physical comfort zone more often.
Back to Thanksgiving...it was good. Jay's siblings came down and it was just so good spending time with them. Have I ever mentioned I married my hubs for his family? And I think that is what I have been most thankful for this holiday season.... family. We have a small, modest home close to both of our parents. At times I curse it. Maybe more than I care to admit. Because ya know, a laundry room would be nice to have! And Christmas Eve isn't always an easy thing to share. And sometimes I feel a twinge of failure that I never really moved on from my hometown. (that was sort of a big dream of mine) But I realize the blessing of having such supportive parents and in-laws is so completely priceless. (and I am so dang lucky that both of our families are just awesome ones to live close to) It has been a challenge balancing it all, but it has been an incredible gift to our children to have such great influences so prominent in their lives. To be constantly surrounded by relationships that are eternal keeps us grounded. My kids constantly get to experience the best of both of these worlds that Jay and I grew up in. And I feel I have an army of sweet angels supporting me in this difficult journey of motherhood. It is all so very humbling.
As I have reflected on this past year I have felt enormous amounts of gratitude for blessings not deserved. It's been a hard year for me, and I have been a hard-head in return. That's not me. But I can't sit here and pretend that there haven't been times I have slowly felt my heart turn to ice because of difficulties faced. But I do occasionally count my blessings, and when I do I can't help but feel my Savior's love for me because I have been given so so much. And my kids are alive. And I have a great man who loves me. I'm just pretty darn lucky.