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When I dreamed of being married with kids I imagined a white picket fence, 2 story home with in ground swimming pool and flowers along the winding side walk. It was in a subdivision with neighbors who waved at you as your strolled along walking the kids and dog. There would be a Romeo and Juliet balcony (my words not technical) just big enough to stand and look out, pillars and wrap around porch, tree house in the 100 year old oak tree. Cutesy mailbox and roses blooming everywhere to top the whole deal.
Well, despite the possible construction problems of the various items it was my silly dream. Now I find myself on 10 acres of mostly beautiful land with neighbors that are family. I do not have a white picket fence or a two story though I did have that in a subdivision before this one. Turns out some things we dream are not as good as they seem. Kinda like a craving for food that doesn't taste as wonderful as you remember. Someday I will have the fence, and the wrap around porch, AND the in ground beautiful, sparkling pool.
Another dream I never knew to have until I was married with kids was to have a partner in crime. Someone who was equally vested in the precious beings God entrusted with us for a time. Most days I carry the daily load. In order for me to be a SAHM this was the choice necessary. Hubby works 10 days 24 hour shifts a month and then 3 8 hour days at a PT job. This means he is home one day on the weekend most weekends and a few nights a week. Once a month we are blessed with him all weekend but that is a treat. Obviously, that makes the daily household and management of activities my burden. I don't usually mind, except when I am pretending to be a martyr of course, lol. Ok I will admit in my moments of frustration I am pretty sure I do that but in my heart I don't mean it.
I am married to an awesome Dad who loves his kids at all costs. In the last 12 years we have been married he is getting to be so wonderful at picking up where I leave off allowing me to "tag" him in. Tonight he did just that, when I headed to work 10am to 6pm and discussed what I could do for him to feed the kids. He would have to leave work, pick them up, come home and feed them before dropping off at activities where I would pick them up. After working 36 hours (well sleeping at Fire Station) this was a feat to do with a good attitude. But he did it, suggested a dinner idea that required nothing of me and had a great attitude the whole time. Heck I even came home to him repairing our dishwasher saving us from buying a new one.
Man, I am a lucky girl!! Blessed, lucky and loved am I!!
It reminds me of the song unanswered prayers. God really does know whats best and works all things together for good. Boy life can be so darn good too.

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  1. AnonymousOctober 1, 2010 at 3:04 PM

    Glad to hear he was able to fix the dishwasher and that you got more dispatch hours.

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