To My Love

I know you say that I do not appreciate you and all you do. I must not be good at showing you. Thank you doesn't seem like enough to say right now. But they seem to be the only words I can find so they will have to do. Thank you for the year in paradise.

Thank you for working hard to get us here and putting up with a completely foreign medical system day in and day out.

Thank you for forging the path and supplying all the comforts of home ready when we arrived, popcorn popper, basketball hoop, diet coke and all.

Thank you for making it possible for me to tramp up and down mountains and stand at the foot of waterfalls in some of the most remote, most beautiful and most stunning places in the world.

Thank you for understanding when I'd had enough and being strong enough for both of us when I had nothing left.

Thank you for standing up for me, even when it made you look as crazy as everyone thinks I am.

Thank you for backing up my crazy ideas and making it possible for us to get to do everything I had dreamed while we are here.

Thank you for driving us the entire length of the North and South Island more than once, despite my complaints of your driving too fast. For always getting us where we needed to be safely and on time.

Thank you for not getting mad and making a big deal when I screwed up big time and cost us too much money that is especially dear right now.

Thank you for putting up with foreign foods you didn't necessarily like and cups that are way too small.

Thank you for helping me show the girls the unending world of possibility ready and waiting for them.

Saving...

Thank you for sharing this beautiful land and all the experiences here, good bad or ugly. There is no one I would rather hang out in paradise with than you.

Thank you for being willing to take risks.

I can't wait for our next adventure!

xoxoxo

The Christmas Card that never was. . . again

Christmas came and went and with the holiday came the Christmas cards with perfectly groomed families. Some only send pictures of the dressed and prepped kids but the year the "weight" finally comes off or is added in all the right places in the form of implants, the whole family makes the Christmas card photo. At least that is my plan for the year I finally get the weight distribution right!

Despite all my efforts to organize a Christmas card photo this year, it did not happen. We battled attachment disorder, gale force winds, pouring down rain, the social life of a teenager and Brandon's call schedule. I had high hopes and great ideas but once again, it just didn't happen. Just another reminder of how I am not that kind of girl.

Someday I will decide that's ok and stop trying.