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What's so merry about it?

I know I'm supposed to be in the holiday spirit and all, but who can get merry about Christmas when...

1. Henry has a double ear infection. Again.
2. My cousin, who is about 5 months pregnant, found out that her baby will need open heart surgery a couple days after birth, and two more by age 2.
3. Our friends, John and Mary, have a preemie who's struggling right now with fluid around his lung and other issues. (Pray for these babies. They could use lots of positive energy.)
4. It's about 4 degrees outside.
5. So many people have loved ones in the military who are halfway around the world right now.
6. No more work has been done to repair our house.
7. They haven't caught Wichita's serial killer.
8. They're forecasting a "wintry mix" for tomorrow. In Iowa, a "wintry mix" means goodbye traction, hello ditch.

Ok. So I'm grumbling. There are many things to be thankful for. Doctors, who know their stuff and can work minor and major miracles. A non-leaky roof over our heads, warm beds, and nourishing food. Brave people, who protect us and our ideals. And so on.

Plus, we opened our presents today, a few days early, and I got new pans and a coffeemaker. So I can be thankful for the little things, too.

Comments

Brianne said…
I, for one, am thankful for the exceedingly adorable card I received from you guys in the mail today. Perfect timing by the way. The one where Henry has the hat over his head? You should have HEARD mom laugh at that. That one goes in my work book to show off to everyone. :)
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