Every night before we go to bed.. I get Aiden all snuggled up in his blankets after we brush the sugar bugs off our teeth and we say our nightly prayer. I NEVER get to say the prayer. These prayers are always the perfect ending to any day. Some days they're more detailed than others.. but every night they melt my heart, and make everything in the world seem so trivial. Tonight's prayer went like this:
"Heavenly Father, thank you for this day. Thank you for Kiwi going to heaven. (Kiwi being our other dog who passed away in March) Thank you for grandma and grandpa staying here. Thank you for my mommy staying here. Please bless Duke (our Great Dane) that he will protect the house from all of the monsters we don't want to kill us. Please bless grandma will let me pretend to shoot bad guys tomorrow. Just pretend. Not real bad guys. Please bless duke doesn't get a sick tummy and go to heaven with Jesus. Please bless us to sleep well so we can get big and strong and grow tall and play football and baseball like Go Utah, tomorrow on Sunday. Please bless mommy that she will let me go outside to play Go Utah. Please bless mommy that she will take me to the zoo tomorrow on Sunday. Please bless us to have good dreams. Thank you for grandma to put up the Christmas tree so Santa will bring us presents. Name of Jesus Christ, Amen."
He's perfection all wrapped up in a 3 year old. Isn't it funny how someone so tiny can hold your entire world in their hands?? Heros come in all shapes and sizes. He's mine.
I've been having a hard time getting into the Christmas spirit this year. I want to.. I want to be happy that it's the holidays but I've honestly been so excited for this year to just be finally over. It seems like Christmas has just become so commercialized that what's the point?? There was literally Christmas stuff out in stores before even Halloween this year. Is that what it's become?? A way for corporate America to make another dime?? It's turned into Black Friday and Online Monday... It should be about spending time with family and about giving to people who don't have the opportunities we have. It should be about cooking and laughing and cherishing. For those out there who are religious it's supposed to be a holiday about the birth of Christ, and about remembering that. Where did that go?? Where did the joy and hope of Christmas go??
I was a little shocked going to the mall this week. It seems like people aren't happy. They're in such a hurry. They drive crazy, they're mean to other people. All in a hustle. For what?? I think I've been honked at more on the road this week that ever in my life. What does cutting me off in traffic, or tapping your foot in line and huffing do?? It must be an imposition to be buying the things you are because I can't even count the number of times you've groaned behind me that the cashier wasn't fast enough.. that they need to get another.
It must be awful to go to your families house for that Christmas dinner ... but did you ever think that there's someone out there who doesn't have a family?? Who wont have a Christmas dinner at all?? Don't get me wrong.. my attitude has been a bit complacent to say the least. I've been struggling to get into the mode myself, and feel a little selfish for wanting to wish it away... I guess that's the thing my son taught me tonight. He wishes and prays for the simplest things... and we as adults only groan that we have to be apart of them.
I got to talk to someone today I've been missing like crazy lately. I think I've had the biggest smile on my face since then. Something so simple made my day... incredible. Also, my amazing Sessie brought me and Naomi dinner tonight at work. We were starving and like a little angel she braved the freezing cold and brought us food!!! Thank you Sessie you are amazing.. and saved me from eating Hershey kisses until 9:00 to stop the hunger... I love you!! (And not just because you brought me dinner ;) )
I hope everyone had an amazing week.. if not, tomorrow is Sunday.. the beginning of a brand new one. Make it amazing. Much love.
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