So what triggered this post? I seemed to have gotten off of topic, but that happens when my mind is running a lot faster than my fingers. Blessings. That's what has been on my mind lately. We are so extremely blessed. The Lord has never left us "high and dry" and the saying goes. We always seem to have enough money to get by (even if we are scrapping by), we have always had a roof over our heads, food to eat, clothes to wear, opportunities for work and education. We are so extremely blessed. Besides the materialistic blessings that we have been given, we have also been extremely blessed with nonmaterialistic blessings. We were both brought up in the gospel, we both have great families that would do anything for us. We have a temple marriage and are sealed together for all eternity, along with our future children. And it is those blessings that I am most thankful for, those treasures that I will keep with me for eternity. That is what I am most thankful for. As I often tell Kenny, I would rather live in a cardboard box on the side of the road with him, than have to live life without him. Nothing else really matters.
Which brings me to the title of my post, "I've been waitin' on this long hard day to get over, so I can rest my head right here on your shoulder..." What I miss the most, is just being able to come home and rest my head on his shoulder, what I miss the most is all those little blessings, moments and treasures shared with my best friend. I feel like so much time was wasted watching TV, sitting on Facebook, and on many other unnecessary things. I am going to try harder, not to waste such precious time, because you never know if that second will be your last. It is not worth the few extra minutes checking statuses, or seeing who wins some reality TV show. Make sure you are recognizing your blessings and making those small moments count now, while you have them, before they are gone.
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So I just found your blog! I am so excited! Its fun to catch up on friends and family through blogging!
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