Yes, I’m taking the 30 Days of Thankfulness Challenge. I think the real challenge is going to be how to limit what I’m thankful for into just 30 days.
Days 1-6: Family
No, this is not an attempt at cheating; I simply can’t assign FAMILY just one day. I can’t do it. For when all of life boils down to it’s most basic element: when the trappings of every day life: bills, work, worries are all peeled away, what we are left with is that one thing that truly matters. To me, that is Family. It always has been.
I’ve been married for a long time (my wife tells people she was a child bride, married at age 5, which makes her 29. Every year, she’s married at a younger age. Pretty soon she’ll be in negative numbers. She’s good at “creative math.”) and yet, I still pinch myself that I am married to this woman. She is a creative, energetic, positive, extremely talented, unorganized mess and I love her with all that I am. I tell her often “Thank you for marrying me.” And she gives me a grin and says, “Thank you for asking me.” And then we watch our kids roll their eyes and act like they’re going to vomit.
Speaking of kids, I had no idea how great life could be until I had mine. I’ve been called a lot of things by a lot of people, but there is nothing, no accomplishment or degree or title that holds the same meaning as the word “Dad.” None. I am prouder of them than anything I’ve ever done in my life, or will do. It’s funny-when they were born, I had many people tell me, “Oh, just wait til they become toddlers. It’s awful.” And then the toddler years came, and they were great. And then it was, “Just wait until they hit school, especially mid school.” And then, “Ugh. The high school years.” But, I can honestly say that I have never encountered a stage or age I didn’t love. Being their dad is the greatest honor I could have. And if they are reading this, it does mean they don’t have to clean their rooms or do their chores, because they still do.
Yes, FAMILY is everything to me and for it, I am so extremely thankful. I don’t know what I did to deserve them, but like the song from the “Sound of Music”: …somewhere in my youth or childhood, I must have done something good.
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