Thankful
Today is Thanksgiving and to be honest I have had great difficulty being thankful. It's hard to feel thankful when life seems to be crashing in around me, so I decided to look at the basics and take it from there.
So I am thankful for Gilbert, my handsome husband who loves without condition, who somehow manages to look at me like I'm a beautiful teenager, who still forgives all my quirks and foibles, and who somehow understands things about me that even I do not understand. He always looks past the stuff ordinary folks can't and looks within my soul and still he finds something worth loving and pouring his heart into day after day, and he doesn't seem to tire of it.
I am thankful for my oldest daughter, my fire-child. The child whose passion is so great it can be consuming. My daughter who sees all, and hears all and who holds all so deeply within her. Her heart is so big I'm afraid she will get hurt too easily, but she will live twice the life, that is very clear because of her fire for all that is around her. Her beauty is unmistakeable, her mind is quick, and she is quickly becoming smarter than her parents, who often are just trying to catch up. She has more potential in her baby finger than most have for their whole life and nothing seems impossible for her, but because of her fiery spirit nothing will ever be easy.
I am thankful for my middle daughter, my water-baby. The one who laughs and talks incessantly like a bubbling brook within your own house. Her sweet dispostion and love of life make her a favorite with all she meets. Her dimple melts the hardest of hearts and her hugs melts the coldest foe. She constantly moves and grows and doesn't stay still long enough for me to hold as long as I wish too. Never stagnant she will go far in whatever she should choose to do with her life, but her love for those around her which is deeper than the deepest ocean could cause her to be too trusting and hurt too easily.
I am thankful for my earth child. The last little one to come into our house and make it truly a complete and happy home. The one that has the determination and patience the rest of us lack, the one who teaches that true courage comes from continuing to get up and try again no matter how many times you might fall. She is as dependable as the earth we stand on, every day she is the same, the same laugh, giggle, cry, the same babble. Her routine guides her and keeps her grounded, and hopefully she will not let it became her jail, but instead will build great towers upon the foundation she is building daily.
So for my family, my great loves who stick with me through thick and thin I am truly thankful. And so for my fire child who has taught me that passion is the essence of life, my water baby who has taught me that laughter and chatter bring joy to every moment, and my earth child who has taught me that routine is the stability we need in a chaotic world, and to my true love who has taught me that love does and will conquer all; for these simple things I am forever thankful.
So I am thankful for Gilbert, my handsome husband who loves without condition, who somehow manages to look at me like I'm a beautiful teenager, who still forgives all my quirks and foibles, and who somehow understands things about me that even I do not understand. He always looks past the stuff ordinary folks can't and looks within my soul and still he finds something worth loving and pouring his heart into day after day, and he doesn't seem to tire of it.
I am thankful for my oldest daughter, my fire-child. The child whose passion is so great it can be consuming. My daughter who sees all, and hears all and who holds all so deeply within her. Her heart is so big I'm afraid she will get hurt too easily, but she will live twice the life, that is very clear because of her fire for all that is around her. Her beauty is unmistakeable, her mind is quick, and she is quickly becoming smarter than her parents, who often are just trying to catch up. She has more potential in her baby finger than most have for their whole life and nothing seems impossible for her, but because of her fiery spirit nothing will ever be easy.
I am thankful for my middle daughter, my water-baby. The one who laughs and talks incessantly like a bubbling brook within your own house. Her sweet dispostion and love of life make her a favorite with all she meets. Her dimple melts the hardest of hearts and her hugs melts the coldest foe. She constantly moves and grows and doesn't stay still long enough for me to hold as long as I wish too. Never stagnant she will go far in whatever she should choose to do with her life, but her love for those around her which is deeper than the deepest ocean could cause her to be too trusting and hurt too easily.
I am thankful for my earth child. The last little one to come into our house and make it truly a complete and happy home. The one that has the determination and patience the rest of us lack, the one who teaches that true courage comes from continuing to get up and try again no matter how many times you might fall. She is as dependable as the earth we stand on, every day she is the same, the same laugh, giggle, cry, the same babble. Her routine guides her and keeps her grounded, and hopefully she will not let it became her jail, but instead will build great towers upon the foundation she is building daily.
So for my family, my great loves who stick with me through thick and thin I am truly thankful. And so for my fire child who has taught me that passion is the essence of life, my water baby who has taught me that laughter and chatter bring joy to every moment, and my earth child who has taught me that routine is the stability we need in a chaotic world, and to my true love who has taught me that love does and will conquer all; for these simple things I am forever thankful.
posted by Anne | 11:38 PM
1 Comments:
On Frances' deidcation i wrote in my journal. and you blog just reminded me of it. i wrote " there is so much potential so much uncertainty in the life of a small child. She is unmarked by the world and its ways." It's true isn't it the older we get the more we conform the more dreams that fade we give up so much but here are these young children who could do so much with themselves as long as they have someone to teach them to bielive in their selves and someone to bielive in them. I wrote after that of my wishes for frances and her life to come.I wrote this. I dream and hope for her the she will feel no pain but will find joy in all there is in life. That she will see the postive in all she sees and experiances. I hope she doesn't experaince things i have. I pray to God as my number one wish for all your children that they will love and apreciate life and all in it.
Something we both struggle with. It is good to take looks back like you did and be thankful for even the small things...because it usualy turns out that thoes are the things that matter.
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