Blessings (and Sisco is the other wolf's name)

So, I've come to the conclusion that my last few posts have been pretty needy. They sound like I'm totally caught up with what I want, what I want, what I want. I want babies, I want flowers, I want to stay home, want want want, like a greedy little child.

Shame on me. With all seriousness, shame on me. I know better, and in fact, I have better. So this is my thanks-giving post. I need to make it a tradition, similar to the complete list I make in my real diary every Christmas of who gave me what, so that I remember to be thankful for the generous, awesome people I have in my life.

So, let me brag a little about what I do have, and how amazingly blessed I am to have all of these things and people in my life.

First of all, I have a wonderful husband. He's thoughtful more often than not, and cares about everything I had to say. He listens to me, and how many women can say that? If I tell him we need to talk, he doesn't get that terrified look in his eyes and want to run away: he puts down what he's doing, comes to me and says, "What's wrong?" He has a bad memory, but he makes every possible effort to remember things that matter to me, to remember things that are important to the both of us, and often writes things down to help him remember. Just this morning, he said to me, "It's okay that I'm running a little late for work. We had a good conversation and it was nice. We don't get to talk as much as I'd like to, we're always busy or sleeping." Yeah. He said that. Does that not count for total awesome husband points?? He tells me thank you for doing the dishes, for doing laundry, for making dinner, for vacuuming the floor as soon as he notices every time... and he rarely fails to notice. He tells me I'm a wonderful woman and a great wife. He protects me from things he thinks will hurt me, and he's usually right about them, he hold me when I need holding, and there are nights when he just needs to sleep. The bird hates his guts... but he's making the effort to be friends with it, because it matters to me. He's handsome, hard working, and his touch sets me on fire. I have a wonderful, fantastic, amazing, gorgeous husband.


Second, I have a home. It's filled with things that are both meaningful and useful, things that make me happy to see and happy to use. It's a place we can go that is just ours, safe and secure, and precious. It's a place to raise a family, it's a place to build our life and there are so many people who do not have the most basic need: shelter. But I do, and I am so grateful for it.

I have beautiful people in my life. I have them online and in real life, I have them here in Tennessee and there in Arizona. I have them in Utah, Wyoming, Montana and Texas. I have them in California, Pennsylvania, and Indiana. They're special and important and smart, and they are the ones I turn to when I need more morale, when I need help, when I just need to talk to someone other than my husband. I have friends, and I have family, and I have acquaintances and more, and I know that most of them would do anything for me at the drop of a hat, the same way that I would for them. They make my life happy and I love having such amazing personalities in my life.

There are a hundred thousand other things that I can put here and explain in depth, but I'll just list them off a little: I'm alive, I have animals around me, the sky is blue, the grass is green (still not used to that, though), and having saved the best for last:


I have a loving, merciful God.