4th of July.... finding my reason...


This is the first year I didn't see fireworks in my whole life.  It was WEIRD.  I headed to the lake but there are some things there, well a person there that makes me VERY uncomfortable. She's awful. Plus the weather was crappy.  

He and Davis sat in the rain on day 1... it's oddly cold this July - and I wasn't there yet but it's a snippet of a video. They just danced in the rain. Sad I missed it!



So after 24 hours of hanging with family and watching my boy enjoy his days and nights with Davis... I headed home.  Decided to knock out my to-do list, see my friends and just relax.

T was loving life.  Being free. Exploring...




I was kicking it poolside!



Then I headed to the Lanes. They are like family to me and it was so fun.

And all weekend I have seen friends, and relaxed and it's been great but mercy me, I miss my child.

So, I have 8 more summers left.  I'm going to make the most of them.  Probably 6 where he will do something with me!!

We are going to travel.

Italy
Spain
France
London
Greece
Italy
Italy
Italy
bwahahahahahahaha

Life is TOO short. I have to get out and see this great, big beautiful world while I can. And I want to see it through his eyes too.

So, it gave me hope. It made me less sad. There will be many lake weekends without me, and that's OK.  We will build our own memories.  I will make the most of the 18 years God has given me with my son.

And when there are no fireworks in life... I will find a reason to be thankful.

This year... and hopefully every year...

I choose this. Fireworks or no fireworks... I'm free. That is MORE THAN enough.


Thank You, Lord, for the good, and the bad... because I know it's drawing me to You.  Thank You for those that serve to keep us safe and free.  Bring peace Lord, we need it in our country and in the world.  Amen.

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