Happiness

I havent been blogging in a while...I think its because I havent NEEDED to.  Which is a good thing.  Maybe I am finally healing.  I said from the beginning that this blog was therapy.  When I needed to get something out that no one really understood or "got" I would blog it.  It kept me from going insane and driving others insane reiterating the same laments over and over. 

The past couple of weeks I've felt happy.  Nothing big really going on, just happy.  Not that I was UNhappy before, just a different kind of peace and happiness.  I think alot of it comes down to choosing to be happy.  Even when things are insane, you have the choice to be happy or depressed.  Been having this discussion with some friends alot here lately.  Its all about perspective and what you choose to feel.  Sometimes you just have to say it too, you may not believe it at that point, but saying it over and over and telling yourself that you are choosing to be happy, eventually you'll believe it. 

Be thankful for your troubles.  When you dishes are all dirty, be thankful you had the food to dirty those dishes.  When the laundry piles up, at least you know you had clothes on your back.  When your kid is screaming chasing the dog around the house with the plastic hoe, choose to be thankful that your child is physically able to do said antics.

Oh yeah....and no post is complete without a pic of the world's most handsome kiddo...

How Preemie Moms Are Chosen

I think I have posted this before, maybe not.  But I LOVE this.  I came across it again today and wanted to post it again. 
 
How Preemie Moms Are Chosen~*~
(Erma Bombeck)

Did you ever wonder how the mothers of premature babies are chosen?
Somehow, I visualize God hovering over Earth, selecting his
instruments for propagation with great care and deliberation. As he
observes, he instructs his angels to take notes in a giant ledger.
"Armstrong, Beth, son. Patron Saint, Matthew.
Forrest, Marjorie, daughter. Patron Saint, Celia.
Rutledge, Carrie, twins. Patron Saint...give her Gerard. He's used to
profanity."
Finally, he passes a name to an angel and smiles.
"Give her a preemie." The angel is curious. "Why this one, God?
She's so happy."
"Exactly," smiles God.
"Could I give a premature baby a mother who knows no laughter? That
would be cruel."
"But does she have the patience?" asks the angel.
"I don't want her to have too much patience, or she'll drown in a sea
of self-pity and despair.
Once the shock and resentment wear off, she'll handle it.
I watched her today. She has that sense of self and independence so
rare and so necessary in a mother.
You see, the child I'm going to give her has a world of its own.
She has to make it live in her world, and that's not going to be easy."
"But Lord, I don't think she even believes in you."
God smiles. "No matter, I can fix that. This one is perfect She has
just the right amount of selfishness."
The angel gasps, "Selfishness?! Is that a virtue?"
God nods. "If she can't separate herself from the child occasionally,
she will never survive.
Yes, here is a woman whom I will bless with a child less than perfect.
She doesn't know it yet, but she is to be envied.
She will never take for granted a spoken word.
She will never consider a step ordinary.
When her child says momma for the first time,
she will be witness to a miracle and know it.
I will permit her to see clearly the things I see--
ignorance, cruelty, prejudice--
and allow her to rise above them.
She will never be alone.
I will be at her side every minute of every day of her life
because she is doing my work as surely as she is here by my side."
"And what about her Patron Saint?" asks the angel, his pen poised in
the air.
God smiles. "A mirror will suffice."