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Thanksgiving = Giving Thanks Thankful for Silas great school Thankful I could go watch him sing Thankful for this boys heart Thankful for dates with my little man Thankful this boy wants to be like his big brother Thankful for Kyra's turkey cookies Thankful we can visit our NICU nurses with gratitude Thankful for this one bringing me so much joy Thankful my dad made it to 60! Thankful for thankful balloons even if they scared Roman Thankful for little helpers Thankful the boys have such an amazing dad Thankful this one didn't break any bones without training wheels! Thankful for joy Thankful  Happy Thanksgiving!  We are thankful for each one of you! ~Thankful Buster

Sometimes I think all my children have G-tubes and I avoid tickling them all near the mid-left side of their stomachs... Sometimes I look at Levi and remember what he looked like lying in his isolate wondering if he'd ever make it out alive... Sometimes I forget to be grateful and I assume all my children should thank me daily for taking time to feed, clothe, and bathe them daily... Sometimes I forget that my four-year old is only four because of his profound ability to communicate... Sometimes I look at my one-year old and remember how faithful God has been to give us another healthy baby... Sometimes I want to have fifty children because I can't get enough of my sweet boys... Sometimes I want to yell and ask all my children to leave me alone... Sometimes I want to tell everyone how fragile life is and to not sweat the small stuff... Sometimes I sweat the small stuff... Sometimes I want Levi to keep his G-tube so we can always have a visible reminder of God's mira

When you become a parent, you consciously-subconsciously, pull from your subconscious and focus much of your energy recreating things you loved from your childhood, and making sure you work hard to foster the opposite styles of which you hated from your upbringing. Some people swing the pendulum a little too far and end up causing their own children to have a distaste for their opposite rearing. For example, if you were shown no physical affection as a child, you may cause your child to hate PDA due to their overexposure to it, or maybe their was zero communication in your house, so now your children have to roll their eyes at the constant TMI. Either way, we all like to focus on the good and forget the bad. While we may remember some of the "bad" a little too much from childhood, I think as we age, we only hold on to the good. At least this is my experience. I quickly forget all of my adult discomforts quite easily, until I'm reminded by someone else. I'm thankful th

Everywhere I turn, I'm hearing people talk about mentors, accountability partners, or influential advisors. It feels like everyone is yearning for trusted, wise counsel. This poses a wonderful and difficult problem. First, it's wonderful that we are learning how we can't do life singlehandedly. But it's also difficult to bridge the gap and open our hands and hearts on both ends. Too often, people hold a badge of honor for their packed calendars. Quick texts and surface posts are serving as our relational barometers. On the other hand, those who have the time to pour into meaningful relationships don't have a true respect for those who are generationally or culturally different. I read an article recently that gave five ways to connect with other generations. It was based on the notion that our society needs to relearn the art of "relating" to one another. Since our current pastimes don't usually include "family-style" dinners, "table ga