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Week of Thanksgiving: Day 1

If you read Thursday and Friday’s posts last week, you know that our week sucked big time wasn’t exactly that fun. One of the things that got me through the week, and that has helped tremendously this year, is repeating to myself over and over and over again a list of what I’m thankful for. In fact, Friday night when I couldn’t sleep and it felt like everything in the world was piling on my shoulders, I reached over to hold Brad’s hand and we started brainstorming every single thing we could think of to be thankful for. He was thankful that I didn’t have to work that day, and that I’d come to surprise him for lunch…. he said that thought alone carried him through the day. That I was safe. That I with him when it happened. That we were close to home. I wish you could’ve heard the gratitude and the absolute faith in the tone of his voice as we were laying there in bed. I said I was thankful that there was money in the bank, we have a roof over our heads, we can pay the bills, Zoe is healthy, Jess and Ryan came by to visit…. the list goes on.

And then, over the weekend, I started thinking that I wanted to do a week of giving thanks. I know that it’s pretty popular on Facebook right now to do the “31 days of Thanksgiving”. I think I did it for like 3 days or something. But, when I think back over this year… or the last 15 months…. gratitude is one of the predominate themes.

This past Saturday my parents showed up at our house “to help”. By the time they were done “helping” Brad was completely speechless, and I was just about there myself. But, that’s what this year has been like…. Brad and I get to a place where we don’t think that we can walk another step, and then our village steps in, and they say {in countless ways} “I’ve got your back.” “We believe in you.” “We love you.” “We believe in what you’re doing, keep going.” And that humbles me in ways I can’t even put to words.

Just as I was writing that last paragraph I had a flashback to our wedding. Brad and I wrote our own vows, and in my vows to him I said, “I’ll be your biggest fan and your loudest cheerleader”. And, that’s what our village has been to us through this season. Honestly, I don’t even know if I have words in my vocabulary to say how incredibly thankful I am for that. I’ve leaned on their support more than I even realize. The times where love and encouragement helped smooth a transition with Zoe. Or when we get that night off just to go be a married couple. {Just this past Saturday my parents sent us to the store while they stayed home with Zoe…. we were like kids! That was one of the best shopping trips that I can remember, just enjoying each others company… laughing and flirting all through Publix.} I’m just grateful for it. The times where we’ve been given an unexpected gift card to a restaurant nicer than Five Guys, or when we’ve stood in front of our cupboard and tried to figure out where the money was going to come from for groceries…and then the next day they’re full to overflowing because one of our parents just “stopped by to give us a little something”. It’s humbling. It’s faith building.

I could go on and on with examples from the past 15 months of love, support, encouragement, and unexpected provision {like in the thousands of dollars, unexpected provision} from this past year. But, instead, I just want to say thanks.

To Our Village,

Thank you for every time you’ve come beside us and held our hands on this journey. Thank you for every ounce of support you’ve given. Thank you for listening to me as I freaked out about becoming a mom. Thank you for laughing at me those times I’ve gone a little bit crazy. Thank you for helping me laugh this year. Thank you for filling our cupboards, our gas tanks and our hearts. Thank you for writing checks and for sitting on our couches and sharing your life with us. Thank you for distracting us from whatever problem we need distracting from, and for analyzing situations until we figure out the problem and then helping us come up with solutions. Thank you for sending us out on date nights. Thank you for thinking that my child is the most amazing child on the face of the planet, or at least for acting like you do. Thank you for spoiling my daughter like crazy, she is so lucky to have a village like you. Thank you for encouraging me to write. Thank you… for everything. We are so incredibly blessed to have a village like you.

With all the love in our hearts,

Brad, Rebecca and Zoe


Red Chairs and Football Season

Just in case you’re curious…I’m writing this post from the upstairs guest bedroom. I typically write it on my couch, the light beige one, to be exact. Tonight, it’s my favorite red armchair in the guest bedroom. So, why am I writing it from the upstairs guest bedroom? {I say that as if we had a downstairs guest bedroom, we don’t} It’s a long story.

Back when we re-installed internet in our house {I canceled it about 3 months into our marriage because we had this ANCIENT computer that took FOREVER to load a website and we never used it. That’s the same phone call that canceled cable and the next phone call got us satellite. Two years later, we’re right back with Comcast} I digress. Anyways, when I was re-installing internet in our house because I was going to be home with Zoe all day and needed it, I also got the most basic of cable packages because I would get a discount for a “bundle”, even though we’d never use the cable because we had satellite, obviously. I mentioned it to Brad at the time, and it’s been posted on our bill for the last year…but somehow, he didn’t exactly put 2 and 2 together that we had basic channels in the guest bedroom.

I’m not one of those people who like to have a TV in every room, in fact, I’m pretty against it. We have a flat screen downstairs, and we have Brad’s ancient ancient TV in our room. By ancient I mean it weighs 1,000 lbs and is approximately 10 years old. Maybe older. Actually, it’s more like 13 or 14 years old. It’s practically the brontosaurus of TVs. Oh, and to top it off, the remote that goes to the TV is on that list of “things the dog {Hemmi} at the first year he was with us”, so…it’s all manual, baby. Anyways, I’ve asked Brad a couple times to move the TV to the guest bedroom, because it’s so massive and it’s a decorating NIGHTMARE, but because we occasionaly watch it, it stayed.

Well, then we did a month without TV during football season and my poor husband about lost.his.mind. Honestly? I really like not having a TV. Sure, I miss my Regis, and I really miss Kelly…but, I don’t miss getting sucked in to watching TV all day long. We don’t get sucked in to watching shows all evening long. We read. We talk. I blog. We watch the shows that we really want to on the internet {gasp}. It’s been good.

But, then LSU was playing Alabama in THE GAME OF THE CENTURY…and Brad practically threatened to take our daughter to a sports bar after her bedtime in order to watch it. I was totally in agreement of keeping her up past bedtime due to DST, but more in favor of the location being his mom’s house rather than a bar…if you know what I mean. {for the record, Brad would never take our daughter to an actual bar…not even for a football game…and you know how much he loves football} That might have been about the time that I casually reminded him that we have basic cable in the guest room. To say he was flabbergasted is an understatement. He’d gone four weekends without it and I was JUST NOW?!?!?!?!?! telling him about this? Ah…wives. Wives and their silly “forgetfulness” 😉

Brad went off to the Gator game, picked up Zoe at his mom’s house and hung out to watch the first part of the game. Zoe made it to about half time and then needed to come home. By the time that I got home from my sister’s shower, my husband was in the guest bedroom with the TV rigged up and sitting cock-eyed in our armchair with the game on. So, because I couldn’t handle the crookedness of the TV, tonight we re-arranged the room, put it on a TV stand, lost internet for about 30 minutes, both got a little bit really huffy, fixed the internet, calmed down, and now he’s watching his beloved Sunday night football game from the comfort of the guest bed while I blog away in the red chair right next to him.

It’s a pretty adventurous life we live.