Bellyachin’. Now, that is something I am good at. I live too far away from the city. Our house needs work. The baby has a cold. John left his dishes on the counter. I can’t afford the cutest clothes. The list could go on and on. But, I have a feeling I am not the only one who thinks this way. Today, though, I realized something; I really have all I have ever wished for.
Despite my tie-dyed tank and worn out Chucks, in an interview my senior year of high school for the school paper (The Cornfield Chronicle), I admitted that I wanted “a little farm and a yard full of kids.” Thank you, Kenny Chesney. In college, my BFF Alicia and I would get unreasonably excited when the farm boys from Hansen Hall would drive around campus in their big ol’ pick-up trucks. I was not and never will be a farm girl, but for some reason those cowboys really drove me crazy. Well, now I have one of my own. John is a Wrangler wearing, Ford driving, hardworking, cattle man. Although his jeans are dirty and his hands are calloused, he is a family man. That’s what I love about him most.
When John and I first started dating we asked each other what one thing we wanted to do with our lives. He said he wanted cattle, and I said I wanted to be a mom. Out of all of the things in the entire world we could do, those are the things that meant the most to us. How lucky are we that our dreams came true? Why is it so easy to focus on the negative things even though I’ve been so blessed?
My life is by no means glamorous, but it is pretty great. I just need to remind myself of that. I live in a small, quiet town in a cute, cozy house. Despite the cold, Gunder is still a happy little guy. At least John was home to eat with me. Thank goodness for Target and Old Navy so I can purchase a few things before school starts.
It might be challenging, but take a minute to think of the great blessings in your own life. If you would like to share them with me, I would love to hear from you!
I’m one lucky gal,
The Displaced City Girl