Forever Beloved

Today I am thankful for this sweet little country church I’ve been blessed to attend my entire life.  We have the best church family.  My parents attended this church when they adopted me, and it makes my heart so happy to know there are members there even still that prayed for them (and me) during the adoption.  So many members of the church I’ve known my entire life, and honestly feel as if they are family.  I’ve made so many lifelong friends inside this church.  And memories, oh how many sweet memories I’ve made here throughout my life.  I love knowing my own babies have made their own lifelong friendships and memories inside the church as well.  Just walking through the door feels like home to all of us.

I am thankful for the relationship my children have with one another.  Watching the relationship between these kids, as a Mama, is one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever witnessed.  They sweetly love on each other, they support each other and fiercely protect what they have.  It’s not forced, it’s not fake, it’s just pure and true.  Best friends.  What a beautiful thing to stand on the sidelines and watch.

Their love, compassion and laughter is so contagious. I can’t help but be proud of the amazing people they are.  I am so incredibly thankful for the kindness they show towards not only each other but to others as well.  I could not be more proud of them!

I am also so thankful when my son’s fiance came into our lives, she just perfectly fit into the mix.  She’s not only his fiance, but my daughters best friend.  Watching the three of them together is absolutely the sweetest.  I can only imagine how close their families will be throughout life.

Today I am thankful for my little Small Town, USA.  I adore this town…it’s my heart, it’s where I’m rooted, it’s where I grew up, it’s where I’ve made tons of memories and now it’s where I make memories with my family.  It may take us forever to get to a store, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.  I can walk next door to my Mama’s and across the road to my Aunt’s.  I can let my chickens run through the yard, which they love (except when my naughty hens are roosting on my Mama’s back porch railing).  I can sit on my porch and watch Amish buggies drive past.  Every person in town knows everyone, and every person from towns around knows my sweet Dad.  There isn’t a single other place I would rather live.