Thankful

Ok so i was going to blog today about how much in my life has gone wrong...then i was flipping through the TV and i found a movie just starting! Whoo Hoo lucky me, i will actually get to watch a whole movie!

The movie was "The Pursuit of Happiness". For any of you who have seen this movie I am sure you will agree with me when i say that this is an incredibly hard movie to watch. The character Chris goes through so much, for his family and ultimately for his son!

This movie has led me to the conclusion that my life is perfect compared to the way this characters life was, compared to so many homeless families out there in the real world. So many times we, or i rather, take things for granted: my home, my finances, my food, my clothes, my shower, my son, my husband, my family, my God, My life!

So instead of dwelling on the bad, my views, however temporary they may be, have changed. I am thankful for everything i have, from the Prego jar im holding my pens in, to the car i drive, and everything in-between.

I thank God that i am blessed with a family that loves and supports me, whenever i need it.

I thank God for a husband who is the best, whose heart beats next to mine, who has the patience to deal with my personality, and who at the end of a really bitchy premenstrual day...still loves me.

I thank God for my son, who forgives me when i lose my temper, who forgives me when i play plant tycoon all day long and don’t play with him, who thinks im just great, and LOVES me for who i am, his momma.

I thank God for all the friends ive had, who have listened to me and gave me advice i actually can use.

I thank God for my best friends forever who love my big ole booty, play bingo with me, and encourage my karaoke singing, ya they must really love me.

I thank God for My brother, who is hilarious yet serious, who taught me so many naughty things and gave me my first tattoo.

I thank God for my sister, who endured me being mean to her when she wanted to just be around me, who showed me how a baby is born, who never judges me when its really my idea to eat a whole box of banana twins and drink a sixer of coke, who lets me open everything first because she got to open the Selena CD or was it a tape?

I thank God for my momma who showed me how to be a wife and a mother, who made me get up and cook for my husband, who frowned on me when i purposely left the ring on his bologna sandwiches, who loved me when i was bad, who i secretly just want to hold me when im sad, or sick, or lonely.

THANK YOU GOD FOR MY LIFE!