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Post Holiday Gratitude

Having a sane, enjoyable, casual holiday gathering with family that love you and accept you exactly as you are is awesome. I am so grateful.

I am so thankful for the connections I have made with people blogging and people reading. It’s been so wonderful connecting and learning from you. And I love that you guys are all over the place–in some of the most beautiful places in the world.

Christmas is coming. I want to enjoy every minute of it. I confess. I love Christmas. I love the way it makes me feel. I love what we are celebrating. I try to stay clear of the commercial trappings in my heart. But I like gifts, and I love to give them. Always have. What can I say? And I love colorful lights flashing in my house and in my yard. It’s celebratory and fun for me. And I love getting out the manger scene. I put it in a different spot for first time in seven years today. I think it looks better in the new spot.

I give thanks for all of my family and friends everyday in some way.

A few of my favorite moments from Thanksgiving:

Morning snooze with daddy

Checking out the "doggie" at the back door

Sister and her honey hanging by the fire

A sunflower discovered

Cousins plopped on the grass together

A little heart to heart


Grunting along with grandpa

The opposing team

Two sweet monkies

Doggie love


Rockin' grin!

Table time with the cool uncle

He's losing his nose!

Cozy kitty

Dear Family:  Other favorite memories include sister’s yummy gluten-free pineapple stuffing (You and mom are the best! Thanks for the gluten-free fare.), getting in a little shopping with mom and sis just before the sales ended, playing badminton with the guys (Couldn’t have done that with my wrist a year ago. Awesome.), gathering around a warm fire outside while the temps dropped and the sun went down, getting my T.V. dose with a bunch of What Not to Wear episodes, watching Outsourced and laughing with you guys, seeing all of my guys fully absorbed in Star Trek, and witnessing my brother-in-law feeding my niece Thanksgiving dinner and my nephew pancakes and blueberries at IHOP with patience and love. Sweet memories. I love you guys! I have so much to be thankful for.

Happy Anniversary to My Knight!

You made me so happy the day you proposed and have continued to do so. I love you!

Sharing my life with you has been an honor and a delight. I’d marry you all over again. Thank you for being my rock, my protector, my best friend, my bubble tea lover and the best daddy in the world to our precious family.

But most importantly, thank you for saying that you’ve never regretted marrying me because of my illness. That statement has covered a mulitude of insecurities.

The devotional below was in my inbox not too long ago. I thought it beautifully gave a visual to what you have done for me as a noble husband.

Here’s to a long and adventurous road ahead. I can’t imagine traveling it with anyone but you by my side.

The following devotional is from Family Life:

Carrying Charge

Live with your wives in an understanding way, as with someone weaker, since she is a woman.
1 Peter 3:7

Each fall, a ski resort in Maine hosts an event that is little known to the rest of the nation: the North American Wife Carrying Championship. To compete, husbands transport their wives through a hilly, 278-yard obstacle course that includes a 20-foot trough of water and 2 log hurdles. They can carry their wives in whatever way suits their running style—piggyback, fireman’s carry or the more popular “Estonian” method, with the wife upside down across his back, legs crossed around his neck, arms held around his waist. The only enforceable rule is that she not touch the ground.

Ex-Olympians are sometimes among the contestants, while others are probably just there hoping for the first prize: the wife’s weight in beer, plus five times her weight in cash and a thousand-dollar voucher toward a trip to the World Wife-Carrying Championship in Finland. (I’m serious.)

Admittedly, this event sounds a bit crude and primitive. But there is nothing archaic about a wife needing her husband to carry her sometimes—to be her strength during a tough stretch of circumstances, to stand with her in prayer, to be the broad shoulders she leans on when life gets heavy.

Husbands, be there for your wife. Listen. Care. And if need be, carry her.

And, wives, don’t try to do it all by yourself. Lean on your husband. Let him help you. God will give him the strength. We need to be there for each other.