34 Days of Thanks - Day 5

I've posted a lot about the PEOPLE in my life that I am so thankful for.  My husband, my parents, my grandparents and my siblings.  So can you guess who comes next?

My precious Parker

My devil Blaine

My miracle Kiefer

I was a bit of a lost soul.  Searching for my purpose in life.  School wasn't it.  Medicine wasn't it.  I didn't know what my purpose was.  And I found it the day I gave birth.  I was meant to be a mom.  To be a mom to these three wonderful boys. 

There are days that I yell entirely too much.  There are days when I ask where I hand in my resignation.  (Funny no one EVER takes it...)  But there are far many more days that I catch them in a loving act towards each other.  There are many more days that my heart feels as if it is going to burst out of my chest with pride.  And EVERY night I feel more love than I could have ever imagined as I sneak quietly into their rooms and pull the covers up over their shoulder and kiss their beatiful soft cheeks goodnight, whispering "I love you".  I hope that they feel it more than they ever hear it. 

And I never miss an opportunity to say it. 

I love you Parker.  You are my sensitive first born and I marvel everyday at how SMART you are and how protective you are of your two younger brothers.  You make me so proud. 

I love you Blaine.  You are my devil who is always pushing the boundries, but I marvel at how determined and how you have a mind of your own.  You will not be hearded...and that makes me proud. 

I love you Kiefer.  You are my miracle.  My VBA2C baby.  You're almost 2 and still such a Momma's boy...and I have to say, I'm EATING it up.  Every day you seem to learn something new and I'm so proud of you too.

They are so right when they say, when you have kids, it's like your heart walking around outside your body.  And God blessed me with three hearts. 

I'm so so so blessed.  :)

34 Days of Thanks - Day 4

Okay wow, I'm REALLY bad at this whole blogging thing. Especially in a summer where the time I have to myself (and I mean myself as being ALONE not just without children or hubby) is about minus 20 minutes every day.  Oh well, hey I didn't say it would be 34 days in a ROW did I?  LOL

I do actually have all 34 days laid out.  I know what I am thankful for 34 times over...and I'm sure I could do it all over again .... 34 times!! 

Anyways, my day 4, delayed as it is, is my sister and brother.  As much as they drove me nuts as kids, they kept me grounded and sane at times when no one else could. 

I have a hilarious memory of my brother and one of his friends taking me out for beer and wings.  The two of them were competing it seemed as to who could eat the hottest wings.  These two grown men were in TEARS the wings were so hot, as they complained they weren't hot enough!  Hahahaha.  I don't think I've ever seen my brothers face turn so red!! 

Although he's my younger brother, I've often felt like he's older the way he takes care of me.  Lending me money when I need it, taking care of my boys, and his quiet but strong demenor listening when I need it most. 

I couldn't have been prouder to have my sister and brother stand up for me at my wedding.  This is one of my favorite pictures. 

My baby sister.  Who I keep calling my baby sister but she's far from being a baby.  For some reason I just feel this maternal need to look out for her and protect her, but she's far from needing that either!!  She's a strong willed, incredibly smart and beautiful woman.  And she's always looked out for me too.  I have fun memories of her too.  Visiting me down town Toronto for visits and not being able to sleep at night due to the "click clack" of the female 'workers' at night!  LOL  Okay so I wasn't exactly living in Rosedale! 

I was really happy to be a part of my sister's wedding too.  Everything was planned to perfection and she looked like a princess. 

I have so many great memories with my siblings but as they say a picture is worth a thousand words so here goes:

Protecting her from the beginning...

Proud of my new baby brother

Playing with my siblings

Did we bury Nicole?  ;)

Thanks Stephen and Nicole for playing with me, fighting with me, listening to me, laughing with me, crying with me, and just plain putting up with me.  Being siblings is not as harmonious as this post may portray, but we're still together aren't we?  :)