It’s been a tough couple parenting weeks in these parts over here in the desert.
As I said in my Instagram #givethanks post a couple days ago, when the going gets tough, the depth of gratitude I have for the parents who raised me and Dave overwhelms me. Like, bowls me right over.
How in Heaven’s name did they raise nine kids each?!?
…who are all best of friends.
That doesn’t just “happen.”
Through thick and thin they pushed and praised and prodded and prayed. A golden childhood like Dave and I had isn’t just “lucky.” I am forever grateful for all the sleepless nights, the second chances, the unconditional love, the guidance they deliberately pleaded for from Above to make it happen.
I love them forever.