I took a walk with my little Ian this morning, who isn't so little anymore.
With his chubby, sweaty hand in mine, we talked about a myriad of things as we walked up and down the sidewalks of our neighborhood.
I love that boy. He makes me smile. He makes me chuckle every single day. He just started soccer yesterday and his first game is tonight. He can hardly contain his excitement. In fact, his soccer uniform has been lovingly laid out on his bed- by him- and I am sure it's the first thing he will put on when he gets home from school this afternoon. I love how excited he gets about things.
Isaac is a trooper- plugging away at piles of homework every day- but rarely does he complain. I complain about it more than he does. He is so good.
Nicole amazes me each time I am in her presence. Her good strong spirit is just bursting out of her skin. People look up to her and want to be with her more than I have ever noticed in a person before. She is bound to do something amazing with her life.
Erik is such a support to me. He comes running whenever I need him. He stands tall where I fall short. He is accomplishing great things and helping many people.
And then there's my friends and extended family. They are never more than a phone call, a text or an email away.
My friends and family are the greatest blessings in my life. My never ending support system. They are such good people- and I am blessed.
Life is good. Life is hard, and tiring, and yes, sometimes even painful. But life is good.