Giving Thanks for All of It–Even the Damn Sneakers.

I have much to be thankful for and I do my best to never forget it. However, as we go through life’s daily grind, it can be easy to let our gratitude slip between the cracks. Like most people, I can get frustrated but at the end of the day, I’m blessed where it counts. First and foremost, I’m grateful for my family. My husband and four sons are the greatest gift I’ve ever been given. Don’t get me wrong, it’s not all sunshine and roses at our house.


A layer of dog hair covers most surfaces and no matter how often I vaccum…there’s more. As you can see by Tiberius’ face, he’s not sorry. Cooper, our cocker spaniel, he’s not sorry either. Two dogs equals tumbleweeds of hair but the snuggles they give us makes it all worthwhile.

Not one of my sons or my husband can seem to use a laundry basket for their dirty clothes. Nope. The dirty clothes land on the floor in a trail leading to the laundry basket but not in it.  Every now and then a lone sock will be hanging over the edge but that’s as close as they get.  For some unknown reason, all of the men in my house kick their shoes off into the foyer.  And leave them there. On any given day, you will find a minefield of random shoes in my front hall. Seriously. One day you might see this headline…”Author breaks her neck walking through her front door.”  If you do, it was me and I was done in by the damn shoes. If I had a dollar for every time I tripped over a sneaker…I’d be freakin’ loaded.

Laundry, dirty dishes, dog hair, and shoes aside, I am lucky. When I get really frustrated and want to throw a sneaker through the window, I ask myself how I would feel if they weren’t here to drive me crazy. That simple question puts everything into perspective.

Life is precious and our time here is fleeting. I am grateful for my dog hair covered house full of loud, funny, messy, smart, crazy and loving men.


Happy Thanksgiving, my friends.