My Bad.

I've really been busy, ok? Like, I mean, really busy, so, like... I'm sorry already.

Uh-huh.

I have tried to find time to blog, but boy.. life piles up on you some days and you wonder if you'll ever crawl out from under deadlines and family crisis and impending plans.

You know the person I went to visit in Indiana.

He'll be here in four sleeps. Yep. He's coming here. I'm very excited.

I can hardly breathe actually. Time is moving so much slower now than it ever has, this is why I'm going to work this morning even though it is a holiday here in Canada (Thanksgiving). Because I can't have a day of leisure, it would take to long, and I have plenty at work to keep me busy.

I lay awake last night thinking about what I'm thankful for....

1. Friends who trust me to make well-thought out decisions, and who know my heart and its weaknesses.
2. Family who know when I'm serious and when I'm not. My mother, who knows exactly how stubborn I am and knows me better than anyone else, not that I'm ready to admit that to her.
3. My son, who has singlehandedly created the ME that I am - and who loves me so purely that I am humbled.
4. my mistakes, which have taught me what love really is and what it is not, the wounds that have healed over to make me tougher, the wounds that have left me more sensitive, and the parts of me that I've been smart enough to protect.
5. Donnie - the young life who taught me exactly how precious life is - you were not my child, but you taught me how to be a better mother.

I just get so overwhelmed some days, thinking about the blessings in my life, the intangible ways that I've been gifted. Some I can tell you about, some I cannot. But I believe in looking for those gifts, I believe that there is something good in everything - but sometimes we need to make it good. I've gone through divorce, death of loved ones, abuse in many forms, depression, and dark days. But I think when we choose to be thankful for our past, we create an appreciation for who we are today.

Anyways, I have to get to work...