Today, I spent eight hours "on the clock" here at work. And then what? Four hours "off the clock" but unable to leave because my husband's shift is four hours off from mine. This means that we leave home at 8:00 AM and get home about 10:45 or 11:00 PM. Which, honestly, stinks. I don't like it. It's stressful, and I miss my kitties. Plus, the whole no time together in spite of working about 20 feet apart.
But.
I've been considering it. And here's what I've come up with...
I have no right to complain. I have a house to go home to. I have four kitties at home who are healthy, well cared for, and always use the litter box. I've got a husband who loves me. And I love him. And, we both have jobs with a fairly stable company with excellent benefits and reasonable wages.
And that's just the surface. Because on top of that, and I do mean on top, I am saved. Redeemed. I will never pay the price for the things I've done. And that all by itself is something to be thankful for... soemthing that pretty much takes away my right to complain. At all.
I am a Christian. I am a wife. I am a daughter. I am a friend. I have babies in heaven. I take pictures. Love to write. I strive to show compassion.
Derek is also a Christian. He is a husband - to me. An amazing husband. He loves intensely. Laughs freely. He is strong. I am amazed when I consider that he chose ME. I love him. He loves me.
This is my Gramma. Eileen. Of everyone I have ever known, she is the one I desire to be like. She was wildly compassionate. Generous. A woman of integrity. Goofy. Cute. My hero. She is in Heaven.
Bayleigh is intense. She is small. She is beautiful. Sweet. Wild. Mischevious without limits. And she chirps.
Furbis is the epitome of catness. He is handsome. Big. Sweet. Dangerously intelligent. Strong. He breaks things. And talks.
Calliah is special. Furbis chose her. She is sweet. Not very smart. Funny. Pretty. Puts her toys in water. And the more she loves you, the harder she bites.
Izzy is super sweet. She's pretty. Passionate about playing. She licks things. She doesn't talk much. Snuggles a lot. And sleeps on my head.
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