Link to the video I made using pictures from our first year of marriage. (Love you Baby) Though we have since adopted Stoli (blue pit bull) and I didn't put any pictures of her puppies in it, since they are fosters.
I feel great today! A complete swap from Friday's post I know. Just a forwarning... this is probably going to end up just being another rambling ramble of a post. :p
I had a dream last night that I was pregnant. It was so vivid that I woke up really believeing it...and then I came to reality. Keeping my chin up, fingers crossed, and prayers said. :)
Tim's been working a lot of hours lately, trying to get those last few overtime checks before Christmas. I know he's exhausted, he's worn out and his body aches. I wish more than anything that he didn't have to work so hard, but alas, that is where we are in life right now, and further more, I am so thankful that he is willing to do it.
I have been watching a lot of my friends and acquaintences in their relationships lately. I've been watching a lot of people's relationships fall to pieces over the smallest things. I'm lucky that my husband is my very best friend. He has seen me through so many ups and downs. He was there when I worked my way out of two abusive relationships before we got together, he has stood by me through the ups and downs with PTSD, with Colton's issues steming from living in two homes, my issues with Skyler passing, my dreams of running a safe haven for pit bulls, (which has manifested itself in a house full of dogs right now), supported our family while I was in school and never let me get down on myself. He's always there to tell me how much he loves me, how proud of me he is, and I never for a second question that we are his world. Sometimes I just sit back and look at him in awe. "There is no way this man loves me!?!?" But he does. No matter how crazy I get or how stubborn and needy I am; he loves me. I only hope that I am giving him the same in return.
This next week is going to be very rough this year. I intend to keep my spirits up and smile even when I feel like losing it...but I promise nothing. December 22nd will mark four years since Skyler died and December 24th is my Uncle's birthday. My uncle Patrick passed away in October from a seizure. He previously survived a stroke in 2005 and was working very hard to regain as much as he could. He learned how to walk again, talk, and even was able to drive. For a lot of my family, he signifies strength, passion and was our hero. I know my mom, especially, is going to have a very rough Christmas and my heart breaks for her.
Patrick hiking in Estes Park (Colorado)
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