Hard to believe, 2006 is over already.  As I sit here reflecting on 2006, I have to admit it wasn't really all that bad.  My husband was stateside for all of 2006, though not always at home.  My son had a glaucoma scare, but we soon found that to be a false alarm.  He did a good job in school, even though his sometimes funky attitude did get him pulled out of Tae Kwon Do again.  My Zoie had a rough year.  We decided to breed her, but that ended tragically, and we ended up losing the puppies.  However, she is back to her old self again, happy healthy & plucking our nerves lol.  I end this year, glad that my family is doing well, happy, healthy, and thriving.  I thank God for my family, and all of the many blessings he has bestowed upon us.  Even though I take into 2007 a heavy heart knowing that my husband will be deployed for at least 10 months, I hold out hope that 2007 will be another good year and that at the end of it my family will be together again. 

Happy New Years everyone!

I've never been big on Christmas, way too commercial.  I celebrate it, decorate it, shop for it, because of my son.  He loves Christmas and I love to see how excited he gets this time of year.  This year however I am having a hard time getting into the spirit of things.  What is up with this weather?  I live in the south, so it's not like I'm used to 40º weather this time of year or anything, but it's 72º today.  My sister lives up north and even she's getting way warmer than normal weather.  Is anyone else finding it hard to get into the spirit of the holiday season with this warm front that's been rolling through? 

My first and most important gift is my son.  He's truly a gift from God.  I'd been told that I would never be able to get pregnant without medical intervention.  Something I wasn't willing to do.  When I found out I was pregnant I didn't believe it, but I have never once regretted it.  Not even when he didn't sleep for that whole first month lol.  He's truly the most wonderful gift God ever blessed me with and I love him more than I ever thought possible. 

My second and final most meaningful gift was 3 roses I received from my uncle after my Grandmother's memorial service almost 4 years ago.  The service was over and I was stand there by my sister grieving for our grandmother.  He walked up to us and gave us each 3 roses.  It meant more to me cause we'd been feuding for years because of the way he decided to move my grandmother away from me and in with him to Md.  Those 3 roses meant the end of our feud and the beginning of putting the family back together again. 

Considering how much useless information we tend to hold on to from day to day it's good to know that the things that mean the most to us are being held on to as well. 

I got the idea for this entry from the December 2006 issue of Real Simple