Blessings

God has blessed my life so much. I am thankful my father is still alive and is here daily for my boys. Yes, I am thankful he is here as often as he is. He is an awesome man. Old school thinking, values, hard worker. He and I get things done around my house that my husband just doesn't want to do. I love my husband. He is an awesome man. Although I get mad at him from time to time. He is awesome. I have healthy sons and I am so thankful for moments I have with them. I get to homeschool 2 little boys. I can't imagine sending them away to school. I know some parents can't imagine homeschooling. But I can't imagine throwing them into a public school or even a private school. Homeschooling just seems to be the natural step up. For me!

Anyway, at night we lay/lie in bed and say our prayers. We also have something else we do. We say to each other "Come back to me in the morning." The other person says, "God willing I will." And for the boys, we add that if God chooses to call us home, he will also give us the strength to get through the tough times.

I love looking at my boys when they are sleeping. I love being thankful for their strong legs, their chubby feet, the strength they've gained in the day. I am in general, a thankful person. I want to believe that tough times are blessings as well as the wonderful times I've been blessed with. That's the thing...I want to believe. Not that I believe tough times are blessings. Although there are tough times God uses to develop us and build us up for future times. Just look at Joseph for example. Anyway, I have been in a long season of good easy blessings. I dread the seasons that will be hard. Face it, I truly have never had to struggle. So, I know old age does things to us, to our bodies. Menopause is coming. I dread the blessings of hard times to come. Maybe they won't come. Shall I believe they won't? I've said it and I want to take it back yet I'll say it again. I dread the blessings of hard times to come. I project that I will be thankful. But when I have those days of headaches, real headaches (never migraines), I am reduced...I am...a baby. And I can't recall thanking God for my headaches, though he has spared me from migraines.

I am up late. 2 a.m. I will have a headache during the daylight hours of this day. Usually when I am up late like this I get a headache. I will go to bed now. Ramblings are done for the day, I am spent, and am now tired. Though ice cream is calling my name. Which leads me on another rabbit trail of thought. Quick, maybe no pauses, I'll just write with perhaps no punctuation. My father's tastes, as he is aging, are changing. He used to eat a lot of ice cream and enjoy it. Now, he cannot eat much ice cream as it turns his stomach. It tastes like a bunch of sugar to him now. So, 2 tiny little spoons (like the sample spoons at the ice cream stores) are enough for him. Ice cream popped into my head. His experience with ice cream popped into my head. The 2 thoughts just tell me I should seize the moment, eat the ice cream, and be thankful I still enjoy it. Bed or ice cream?