Grateful tears.
Like deeply, deeply, deeply grateful.
Grateful at soul level.
You see, once in a while, it just amazes me.
This life.
It is so different from what I expected. It is so much harder. So much more confusing. So much more disappointing. So much more sad.
While at the same time it is so much better. So much richer. So much more joy-filled. So much deeper.
And in all reality, it is exactly what I always hoped.
For as far back as I can remember my true, ultimate dream. . . the life I always imagined. . . the person I felt created to be IS the very life I am living.
Being married to a man who would do anything to make me laugh, surrounded by six noisy, kind, smart, energetic, and deeply loving kids. . .
THIS is my dream.
In the busy and the noise and the chaos and the rush and the bills and the dishes and the carpool and the baths and the laundry and the grocery shopping and ALL the rest of the daily mundane I sometimes forget. I grow weary, overwhelmed, and unappreciative.
But on Thanksgiving Day, as I sat at a table filled with my parents, my husband, every one of our children and each grandchild, my chin quivered and the tears fell because they are my dream come true.
Thank you, Jesus.
