I'm thankful this morning for safe travels two and from our kids' schools. Our oldest and youngest attend the same school, while our middle child is about twenty minutes from the other two, so we are fortunate that when we visit one, we can see them all. When we dropped off our son (and I only cried a little) we brought our daughter home for an overnight stay so she could attend to some matters here at home. I took her back home the following day, and saw my son again, mostly to bring the several items he forgot at home. I had safe travels that day, thankfully. There is so much construction where we are right now, and at one point, I had to get out of the way for a fire engine. I'm always thankful when I arrive home safely. It was raining all the way back, too, pretty hard at times.
I'm thankful for a definitive answer for our daughter regarding a health issue. She was diagnosed with narcoplepsy a year ago, but we had no "official" diagnosis. No diagnosis means no treatment, and it was a very frustrating time for her. Struggling with needing to sleep all the time interferes with being a grad student. She's just beginning her PhD in English this year, and she was very thankful to have a diagnosis and some treatment options. It is a very rare condition, but it can really interfere with life. Just when she's getting into working, "the sleep train," as she calls it, comes rolling by. But we are thankful that this is a manageable condition.
I'm thankful that I have always had a hands on husband. As my daughter and I drove back to school, we chatted about her dad for a minute, and she said how much she likes being able to talk to him about news and current events. I thought more on the way home about how involved he was with the kids when they were young. Whether it was games of "Mr. Snakey," coaching their soccer teams, or taking them on "Dad's Dates," he was involved. At one point when they were all teens, his comment was: "When your kids are toddlers, they think you're Superman; when they're teenagers, they think you're the Village Idiot." Thankfully, that doesn't last forever, but being an involved dad is pretty crucial. If I have one word of advice to young dads, it's to be a hands on dad.
I am thankful for God's sovereignty in my circumstances. This "empty nest" gig is falling on me fast and furious. Tonight and tomorrow night, my husband has meetings which will keep him out after dinner hours, so I'll be here with the Beagle all by myself. There is no incentive to cook anything when one is here alone. I'll likely end up eating popcorn or red licorice. But the time alone I will definitely capitalize upon. God is giving it to me for a reason. It's up to me to discern what it is.
Also thankful for the wonderful, warm response at our group blog yesterday. These women are so dear to me; I wish I could beam them all here to visit with me! I'm even more thankful because at this time next year, I will be preparing to see Becky face to face, as my husband have the opportunity to attend a convention in the Yukon. There is no way I'm going there and not meeting up with her! I'm also really excited about seeing the gorgeous scenery; hoping to catch a picture of a bald eagle.