There have been moments this summer that I have felt like I was drowning. And I don't mean the pool, I've spent most of my water moments in the baby pool.
At various moments in the past month or two I've sat in still amazement and wondered why things keep coming at me. I'm not proud to admit that I've had my little why me moments.
First the oral surgery, then the singulair, the bladder infection which is leading to a bunch of test, horrific sleep patterns that may or may not be related to said bladder/kidney issues, and as this post is going up I'm sitting with dash-1 at Children's Hospital while he has stomach surgery.
I just want a few weeks of peace and quiet. Or make that relative peace and quiet, I do have three boys, something is always breaking around here.
But then I remember, we are lucky. We are very lucky.
All in all we have our health, my babies aren't being treated for cancer or some other awful childhood disease.
We have our happiness, even on days with yelling there are smiles and laughter.
We have love.
We have each other, while I sit in many waiting rooms alone, today I don't have to, today I have my love by my side to lean on.
Sounds very cheesy and hokey but if military life has taught me nothing else it's taught me not to take the little things for granted.
And I think we can all appreciate that these things really aren't little things.
In a time when so many are giving so much, sons, daughters, wives, husbands, mothers, and fathers, all are giving the ultimate sacrifice, what's a little period of rain in the grand scheme of things?
Something tells me that they would give anything to have any of these life stresses back rather then the dark emptiness that they are facing.
So we face the yuckies. All in all, we are happy. And lucky. Damn lucky.
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