Another Great Day!

What a great morning.... Kind Of, Sort Of, Really...

I read or heard somewhere that it is impossible to be stressed or to be depressed if your are being thankful and I honestly believe that is the most truth I have ever heard or read in my entire life. Well, that and the bible.

I woke this morning to 23 degree weather and high winds. In most people's lives this would NEVER matter but in mine it does. I have severe arthritis and some other great diagnosis that I won't bore you with BUT cold effects me. So in pain and sore and really just tense and rigid I wake and get Cassie going like I do most day's and make it to my garage where my vehicle is. Thankfully the garage is insulated so it is relatively warm and my car is never "cold" and I never have to get out in the cold but the feeling of cold makes it to my bones and joints anyway. 

So, off to school we go and I get her dropped off. On the way home I am thinking about how hungry I am and totally forget that my dear hubby won't be coming home for breakfast. I had left my purse at home and had no money with me so I had to come home to get it. When I returned home and parked in the garage I realized my stomach can wait. I am exhausted and in pain so once I make it to my bed again where I know I will be warm and in less pain I will call the hubby. 

When I dialed his number it hit me that he isn't  coming home this morning, I may not see him until lunch time actually. Once he answered I heard it to be the truth... I also heard in my husbands voice something I hadn't heard in a long time. Weakness, shaking, and fear. I have to admit it gave me the eeriest feeling ever. He had left home with no money as well but had also forgotten to take his BP med's and his heart rate was up with his BP which makes him anxious and he was about to have a panic attack. Alarmed I offered to bring his med's and some breakfast. He accepted so out into the cold I go once more. 

After a 15 minute wait at BK for a couple sausage biscuits and his taters and power-ade I head across post to the COF where he is at with the commander and some other guys. Once I arrive he is sitting in his car waiting on me and quickly let me know he was released and could go home and have breakfast there... SERIOUSLY? I mean what in the hell is going on here? 

All the way across post I was trying my best to be thankful. I am thankful that I have a car, a warm car and that my husband is okay and that traffic isn't bad and that it had warmed up 2 degrees in the last hour and then out of nowhere I see my husband fly though an intersection and I get caught at the light. Suddenly I am not so thankful anymore. He is going to beat me home. He is going to be there where it is warm and I am sitting here stuck in traffic because I didn't take the side roads. When the light turned green I floored my navigator and cut off some oncoming traffic and wheeled onto O'Connell road here at Fort Carson. Speeding up the road to the next turn I look down to see that I am running 45 mph and post speed limit is 30 mph. To hell with it.... I make the next turn and then the immediate left and another immediate left to see the end of my husbands mountaineer headed around the curve. I am really driving up the one way street thankful that I caught up to him and enjoying my little race even though I know I am the only one racing. 

Or am I? 

Is he trying to beat me home? 

That thought overtakes me for a second when I come around the curve a little too fast and he is stopped completely in the road waiting on the water delivery guy to move outta the way so he can go forward. Of course I had to lock up my vehicle and yes the tires screeched!

The water guy is taking his sweet time and in no hurry obviously. He apparently gets paid by the hour, not per delivery otherwise he would be hauling ass... What a jerk I thought, when it hit me I am so glad I do not have his job. It would suck to be out in this cold windy weather delivering water to people who could care less about me and about the fact that I am freezing at the moment while delivering their water... I am so lucky and I feel that luck even more when I see him getting back into his truck and beginning to pull off. 

I AM LUCKY because he had pulled onto the other side of our one way street and again I put my foot to the floor, whipped my navigator around the mountaineer my husband was driving. I ran the little stop sign at the playground but I slowed at least and before getting to the house I hit the garage door opener and by the time I made it into my drive, TADA, the garage door was up and I whipped in there, turned off the car and exited the car. As I was closing the utility room door I heard my husbands car door closing. I got up the stairs and onto the bed and grabbed this laptop before he could get upstairs. I looked casually his way when he entered the bedroom and asked, "What took you so long"? He laughed and just shook his head. Heading into the bathroom he smiled at me and said "You cheated". As he shut the bathroom door I am sure I was beaming with my Cheshire cat grin. I realized at that very moment that I have a great life. I have a great relationship. Of course we fight and have disagreements and we always will but that's the beauty of it isn't it... 
Our day's often run together and we are so busy in our lives. Everyday there is work and ball practice and our schedules are pretty routine. Wake at 0645, out the door by 0730 (hopefully) breakfast at 0800 and work from 0800 to 1130 and then lunch then work from 1200 to 1500 (3pm) and then pick up Cassie at 1700 (5pm) and then dinner at 1730 (530 pm) and then more basketball at 1830 (630pm) until 2030 (830pm) then home to get ready for the next day so we can do it all over again. When we jump out of the ordinary everyday schedule we make for ourselves we find excitement, fun, spontaneity, and reasons to be even more thankful than we already are. 

I am sure that the occurrence of this morning will NEVER happen again but I am also sure that I will not ever forget it either. Not every day we have is great and not every day we have is even good. Sometimes they are really horrible, no good, less than par kinda days.

It's hard for me to even find what I have in common with my husband sometimes. 

Sometimes I ask myself, WHAT WAS I THINKING? WHAT DID I SEE IN HIM? Sound familiar or even awful? Sure it does but I am human... I have a right to question myself, sit in wonderment or amazement at my decisions, and even ask the questions or think of the what if's. I am glad I have that "free will", that right. Every time I think of those things I find new things that I love and adore about my husband. I always find the fault in our relationship and our marriage and I also always find the purpose and reasons of our marriage. What makes us tick, makes us happy, makes us an amazing couple and friends and why it is exactly that I love him so much and why I don't want to spend one day, let alone one second without him. 

This is another great day!

A fun moment that only he and I shared and one that both will remember for a life time. 

So, NO, you can not be stressed, anxious, depressed, or anything negative while you are being thankful. This morning I am thankful that I was able to drag my butt across post just so I could race him back to the house. 

By the way he is feeling great now. 

And So Am I...