Thankful

Thanksgiving may have been nearly a week ago, but I needed to stop and reflect on the things that I am thankful for. With deployment dragging on, though almost done, it's easy to get sucked into the "my life is hard" mode.

I have a strong and amazingly brave husband. I wake up each day and go to bed each night thinking about how incredibly proud I am of him and the important job he does everyday. And, although that job puts us at risk to loose more than we could imagine and keeps our family separated and incomplete for lengthy periods, it is a task that we believe needs to be done and someone has to do it. I am thankful that our family and our love is strong enough to endure these hardships and, in the end, make us better because of what we have gone through together.

We have two beautiful children. Children that are healthy, intelligent, sweet, funny and thriving. I am thankful that I can look forward to a future full of smiles as we watch them discover the wonders of the world around them and grow into amazing individuals.

I have an incredible extended family. Parents, sister, grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins, and friends that support and encourage me no matter the challenge. The help and love of all these people brighten my cloudy days and I am thankful for all the big and little things they do.

I am thankful that our jobs allow us to provide for our family so that we are not burdened with worry for our future. And, not just jobs that provide, but jobs we enjoy. I am so fortunate to have a job where I can have a flexible schedule that allows me to be home with my kids more than I'm at work. I am thankful that my job is one that challenges me and pushes me to always learn more. A job that allows me the opportunity to work with amazing people. One that allows me to empower others and help them find the confidence to make a difference in their children. It is a beautiful thing to watch a family be the catalyst in helping their children meet their potential and I'm proud to be a part of it.

We are nearly done with our second year long deployment. January is right around the corner and we can't wait. I am thankful that over the past 11 months I can remember more smiles and laughs than tears and sadness. It hasn't been a cake-walk, by any means. Clara has days where all she wants is for Daddy to be home and asks dozens of times how much longer until then. I look at the little boy Colton is growing into and am desperate for him to have his Daddy home to influence him in the ways only a daddy can. But, through all this, I am thankful that I have found the courage, strength and support to make it through this deployment. And, I'm thankful that we haven't just "survived" the deployment. I have grown as a mother, wife, and woman and have watched our children thrive and managed to keep Daddy a part of their life as much as we could given the circumstances.

I am thankful for Battle Buddies, Deployment Pals, Army Wives, whatever you want to call them. I call them Nikki and Rose and without them this year would not have been nearly as fun, tolerable or manageable.

I am thankful that the past 6 weeks have flown by! Seriously! It seems like it was just October and now tomorrow we turn the calender to December. Life has kept us busy and we have been able to enjoy family and friends. I have been to Charleston, SC for a  fabulous get away to attend a friend's wedding. We have had visits from my mom, dad, my friend Krista, Aunt Sue and Uncle Leyon, playdates and get togethers with friends, girls' nights out, sleepovers with cousins, a trip to Michigan, and many more simple silly times here at home with just the three of us. Here a few snapshots from the past couple months.

Nick, Hailey, Colton, & Clara in a "pile of cousins"

Clara and Aunt Sue

Goofy boy likes to move the cat's bed around the house and sit in it.

This time it slipped underneath him while he was relaxing.

Goofy yogurt face!

Coloring with Papa

Here's to a swift December, a magical Christmas and the excitement and anticipation of having our family whole again.

Halloween 2011

Yeah, I know, I know. Halloween is so LAST MONTH! But, things have been so busy and so crazy that I just never got around to posting about it. My wonderful husband reminded me the other day while he was chatting with me from the other side of the planet that I hadn't done anything on our blog in a long time. Sorry, babe.

So, without further ado...Halloween 2011.

This was Colton's first year of participating in our family tradition of playing in pumpkin guts. Well, maybe saying it's a family tradition is pushing it a bit, since most people do it too, but we do look forward to it each year. Clara loves it and we quickly discovered that Colton does, too!

The yearly "pumpkin guts" playtime

Clara insisted we carve happy Jack O'Lanterns. That was fine with me since happy faces are much easier to carve than scary, spooky, or unique designs. Aaron is the expert carver in the family so I enjoyed the simple task of smiling pumpkins. The whole process was also made easier thanks to the helping hands of my dear friend Krista, who was visiting us for the weekend from Michigan.



The finished products

As the big day of Trick-or-Treating drew near I was a bit uncertain how I was going to manage. We've never had two Trick-or-Treaters before and I was going to be doing it solo. Thankfully, the weather was superb, in the 60s, dry and sunny. We got all costumed up and Skyed with Grandma, Papa and Auntie Keri. Then we played in the yard for a bit because apparently in my effort to make it all go smoothly we were ready to go before anyone else was!

Roaaaarrrrr! Our cuddly little lion

Princess Belle cruising around before going out to collect her loot

When the time was right, we got out the wagon and hit the pavement. Our children are amazing! What I thought was going to be a daunting task turned into such a great experience. The only hiccup was when Colton repeatedly insisted on pulling the wagon all by himself. He did not want help. He did not want to sit in the wagon. He did not want to be carried. He did not want to walk all by himself. He wanted to pull the wagon from our neighbor's house all the way to the end of our cul-de-sac. That's quite a long ways for two little legs and one big wagon. So, with Clara walking ahead, she was on a mission to collect candy (duh!), I stood back and smiled as I watched Colton very slowly, yet effectively, pull that big red wagon. It was so cute and one of my fondest memories of the evening. He eventually got tired and decided he would be more comfortable if he was sitting in the wagon. Clara was eager to say "trick-or-treat" at each door, such a big difference from just last year when she shied away from everyone and made Daddy do all the work. Colton chimed in with "tank dou" and "bye", that's Colton-ese for "thank you" and we "oohed" and "aahhed" at all the costumes. More important that the candy we collected are the memories I collected of my happy, adorable and spectacular, growing babies.