Turning 29

I woke up to Ryan trying to snap a picture of me. It wasn't going to be pretty. At all. I'm a snotty, stopped up mouth breather with puffy eyes. I'm a phlegm spitting, nose blowing newly 29 year old and yet I'm thankful. 

I'm thankful for the husband who was here with me this morning to try and catch the less than stellar beast he woke up to. Or actually, came to wake up since real life happens and the two sickies (me and Wyatt) were sharing a bed while the healthy ones (Ryan and Claire) were on the other side of the house. I'm thankful I had my husband to laugh with as I wrestled away the phone to delete the photo. I'm thankful I had a little boy crying that his daddy wouldn't leave for work, but rather would stay home with him. I'm thankful that although he didn't stay home and take care of us he was here to wish me a happy birthday before jetting off to make Wyatt "some money" and to bring him his $3 home per his request. 

I'm thankful for my two little babies. Who entertain each other while I curl up on the couch wishing away the crummies. Though it may be through screaming and tears I am thankful they enjoy playing together. 

I'm thankful for my parents who are always there for me and go above and beyond for anything I need. I'm thankful for the love they have for my children and the way they light up when they see them. 

I'm thankful for my friends, both real life and those who likely feel like they "know" me via social media. 

I'm blessed with so much at the age of 29. 

And, as a reminder, this email from Baptist came through this morning. 

They will be interviewing us for their #keeponamazing campaign soon and I just hope they use it. We sing constant praises to Baptist. I thank the Lord for placing us there and all the doctors and nurses who helped Ryan. It was perfect timing to receive the email and talk to the lady today. On a day when I'm just thankful to get to be celebrating with love from my family.

Facebook makes your birthday so special. The wishes you receive make your day. Or so I think. You do too even if you don't want to admit it. 

28 was my toughest year. It's obvious why. I nearly lost Ryan. The thought is still painful, but I'm a stronger person entering 29. 

I think I'm wiser, more emotional, and love harder than I ever did before. 

I'm ready to take on this year. To wrap up my twenties with a bang.  Here's to 29!