Dear Children, we have been reading books about feelings lately. It has helped you all put words to your feelings about different situations. I love that there are books for children cause sometimes I just don't know what to say. Dear 9/11, every year I think of all those who have lost loved ones. And I think of my Brother and his family and am grateful that he was protected that day. I love you Brother. I am grateful for all the sacrifices made by so many for our freedom. I am lucky to have an 8yr old who is constantly bringing up the subject of freedom, he insists that kids aren't free. Dear Miners, It was fun to get to see you. My kids will not accept that your kids are not their cousins. After all they have known each other their whole lives. And it feels like we have been friends forever. Dear Over Cast, thank heavens for you and the rain. I could look out the window and pretend there was a chill in the air. Dear Laundry, wow, you follow me where ever I go. Dear Cockroach, walking into a dark room and turning on the light completely unaware only to find you there, huge, with your antennae things waiting to attack me if I made one. wrong. move. pretty much gave me a heart attack. I ran and got my little sis. She said no way. So I am not ashamed to say I ran to my parents room. My Dad was asleep, but my life saving mom was awake, riding her bike of all things. She said "oh honestly" but she came and killed the evil thing and saved my life. I really needed to get to the laundry room. Did I mention it was midnight. I am really glad I live upstairs cause they can't live up there you know. You know that annoying person standing on a chair screaming, yeah, that's me. Dear Friends, It's hard for me to feel like I deserve such good friends. You are a blessing in my life. Dear Sleep, I dream of you when I am lying there awake. And when my body is breaking down. Can I put an order in for eight full hours? Five? I'll take even four uninterrupted hours. Please. I might even take it with a bad dream. Maybe. Cause the next day feels like one anyway. Dear Marilyn, I love that when I come to see you the spirit is always in the room. I love you for that. Dear Self, I feel like a mess and making myself face my feelings has been really hard. There is no time to sit and cry all day. But I feel like I have made progress, just a little, this week. I am so aware of so many ways the Lord blesses me every day. I am grateful.
