I know Christmas time is your favorite time of year. I love to see your excitement as we drive down the street and see Christmas lights. I love how you take the time to write a list of things you’d like to get your sisters and friends for Christmas. I love talking with you each morning at the breakfast table during our morning devotions as we talk about the birth of Jesus. You are all growing up so fast and Daddy and I are so proud of you.
In the midst of all the excitement, I know there are also times of sadness. You see me tear up when something reminds me of my Mom and rush to give me hugs. We also miss Daddy a lot this time of year as work is so busy. (Don’t forget he misses us too.) I know we talk about it a lot, but I don’t want you to ever forget that he is working hard to provide for us. (more…)
One of the things I’ve always struggled with being married to a chef, is not comparing our relationship or our family to others, especially to those who have a more traditional work schedule (home in the evenings and on weekends.)
Quick tangent on that . . . is there really a job that is 9-5 (or somewhere close) any more? Out of all my friends, I only have a handful whose husbands work a traditional schedule like that. All the others are working one or more jobs with different hours, just like my chef/husband. (Although maybe not quite as many hours.) OK, tangent over.
Comparing ourselves to others will only make us frustrated and upset. Really. What good is it going to do you? Social media makes it so easy to see what everyone is doing all the time! (more…)
I don’t know about you, but I tend to be a pretty selfish person. Many times I get wrapped up in what I’m thinking about or struggling with, that I forget to listen and look at what’s going on around me.
A perfect example of this is the Christmas season and my chef/husband.
So often I start to feel sorry for myself or for the girls because of the hours Tom is working at the restaurant, that I forget to think about him.
Well, I think about him and how I wish he could be around more, but I forget that he wishes he could be around more too.
I forget that he misses us as much as we miss him.(more…)