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Thankful Thursday

Yesterday was one of those days. If one more person had told me one more thing that was even slightly unpleasant, well, let's just say it was a good thing they didn't! But then I read Jamie's blog and I realized that I needed to find the little things and just be thankful. There is so much to be thankful for!

  • First, I am thankful for Jamie, who helped me to remember where my heart should be.
  • I am thankful that my husband has a job that provides food, shelter, and clothing for us all with some left over for those unexpected bills and maybe even a treat now and then.
  • I am thankful for unseasonably warm days in December, so the kids can play outdoors without having to get bundled up.
  • I am thankful for little boys who like to snuggle in my arms to fall asleep. 
  •  Thankful for a spunky, sassy, full of life 3 year old little girl.

  • Thankful for creative little boys whose Christmas list includes a metal detector and an accordion.

  • Thankful for Caribou coffee, which was on sale at the Commissary.
  • Thankful for the Commissary, where my dollar definitely goes further.
  • Thankful for wonderful friends, near and far, that have made my life much richer.
  • Thankful that God blessed me most abundantly with seven children.
  •  Thankful for Amazon, so I do not have to shop in the crowded stores for Christmas gifts.
  •  Thankful for the satellite radio in my car which allows me to listen to EWTN or maybe a little bluegrass music while I drive. There is something about a good banjo lick that makes my heart happy.
  • Thankful for banjos!
  • Thankful for the ability to knit. I love to create those neat little rows. I love the feel of the soft yarn. I love the pretty colors.
  • Most of all, I am thankful for a new day, a better spirit, and my Catholic faith that sustains me!
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  1. Jamie JoDecember 5, 2013 at 3:26 PM

    Oh, I cried through the whole thing!! Really, you get it. You "get" why I do my thankful posts, because life is full of hard hard icky things sometimes and if we are thinking about the good things among those bad things, well, it makes them not so bad.

    God bless you and many ((((hugs)))) from me.

    Your kiddos are just adorable.

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