Isn't it sad how we can see all the crazy, horrible things going on around us, devistation, lives distroyed, families seperated, and still get so caught up in our own insiginficant problems that we forget to count out blessings? Sometimes life just gets too hard and I wanna run away. Then I put a little thought into it and decide it would do no good because I couldn't live without my kids and I don't want to live without my husband. We may not always be albe to pay the bills on time but at least we have a steady income. We may not have the nicest house on the block but at least we have a roof over our head and warm, comfy beds to sleep in at night. We may not eat gourmet food, sometimes it's even over cooked or simply done wrong cuz contrary to popular belief, I am not REALLY perfect, but at least we have food on the table. I may not have the best behaved kids in the world but I was amazingly blessed with four wonderful, loving, compassionate little people. Jeremy, contrary to some peoples belief, isn't the perfect husband but he's my husband and I love him with every fiber of my being. I thank God for my sometimes over bearing Mother, my pain the butt little sister, my not always as strong as I believed big sister, my Mother's off-beat side of the family, who may not always get along but is always there to back you up and make you laugh. I may not always like the cards I have been dealt. I may feel like my heart is broken in a million pieces and will never be whole again......But then I look at my kids and I realize how wonderfully blessed I am. And I remember what I have always been told, "God will never give you more then you can handle!" And I bow my head and talk to My Savior and let Him pick me up in His powerful hands and carry me through the hard times.
On a completly different note, I have football and cheerleading pics that I will post as soon as I can find my camera.
