So Ethan got a package in the mail today. Something came a bit late for Christmas. The package was torn & had been rained on, but it didn't matter to him how it arrived. He was just thrilled to open the package and see what was inside.
That's how I feel about this new year. Am I super lame? I ask this as I lay in bed at 11:30 on New Year's Eve, watching Fox News, as I post. Lame, maybe. But who cares how this year arrives? I am just excited to rip it open and see what's inside, or in store for me. For my family. For my boys. The list goes on.
Well Ethan got Buzz Lightyear's Falling with Style. A hotwheels race track that flips Buzz and sends him soaring off the ramp. The title is from the movie Toy Story when Buzz insists that he can fly and Woody knows better. Woody tells him, "That's not flying, that's falling with style."
That is my hope for this new year. I know God has a lot in store. I want to grow closer to loving Him with ALL my heart. I hope to love Jason more fully & selflessly. I hope to grow in patience when training my boys. I want to manage our money better. I would like to make exercise a habit, one I enjoy. Jason & I plan to read the Bible thru in the year. I want to keep my desk at work organized. I hope to travel somewhere new. OK, these are getting silly but you get the idea.
Well, I know I am not perfect. I cannot fly. Yet I will attempt and I sure hope I can "fall (or fail) with style" this year!
Happy New Year!
Friday, December 25, 2009
How can you not be thankful on a day like Christmas? Sure, we all have the things that nag us or bring us down, but to not experience the joy that the season brings is just down right sad. Now for me, I get to celebrate the birth of my Savior, the fact that He came and made Himself flesh and dwelt among us....amazing! I am not a perfect person by any stretch, but I do try to acknowledge my Redeemer every day, not just on Christmas, so Christmas is about enjoying the relationships around me as well.
I got to wake up to a sweet voice telling me that it was "almost" daytime outside. I got to roll over and hug the man I share my life with and then I got to watch a sleepy 2 1/2 year old stroll into the kitchen wondering who was making all the noise. These are the relationships I cherish.
I was not able to be in Indiana for Christmas with my family. Makes me sad a little, but I also know that God has us here in Georgia, and this is now my home. I still got to connect with them thanks to phone, text messaging & facebook though! It's simple and a bit superficial, but its still connecting!
Jason's parents stopped by to see us & the boys. They politely nodded as the boys talked sooo fast about all the nice things they received. They shared coffee and monkey bread with us. It was nice. Then they were off to see Jason's brother's family.
As I get older and now have a family I miss some of the creature comforts of "home." But then I realize that they aren't so comfortable anymore. Yes, its nice to be in Indiana near my mom, my siblings & their families, but it really isn't home anymore. My comforts are here close to me.
My home is right here in Lizella, Georgia! Today we drove by the house Jason grew up in and he pointed it out to the boys. He said, "Daddy grew up right there on Holley Road." Ethan then asked, "Mom, what road do we live on?" I am proud to say our home is on Lakeloch Drive, right here in Lizella Georgia! Home truly is where your heart is!
Saturday, December 19, 2009
So many have jumped in the waters of blogging before me. I do not follow a lot of blogs, but when I explore the few that I do, I really enjoy myself. Who knows why I think this is a good idea, maybe it's a horrible idea. Either way, I am jumping in!
The title...my little guy, Wyatt, comes up to me about 10 times a day and says, "Hey mom, you remember this?" And will proceed to recite a line from a movie (usually Jonah: A Veggie Tales Movie). He continually makes me laugh. I am continually surprised at what he shares from his own little world. I hope to use this blog as a way to etch the happenings of the Thomley house into a more permanent record for us to look back on and for our far-away loved ones to observe from a distance.