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My son and I live on a farm in Iowa with a menajarie of other
animals. On a good day our life runs like a smooth three ring
circus. On a bad day one of the elephants escapes and charges
the crowd. Please join us in our adventures, just watch where
you step.
animals. On a good day our life runs like a smooth three ring
circus. On a bad day one of the elephants escapes and charges
the crowd. Please join us in our adventures, just watch where
you step.
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Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take but by the moments that take our breath away......
7 comments:
Awe.... what a dolly....
Is it just me...I think little Z-Man looks very much more relaxed of late.
I never thought he looked stressed in previous pictures until I saw this secure look on his face.
You are going to make it Heather! Your boy is so precious!
Actually this picture was taken when daddy was around! But your right he does look very stress free!
Molly
I am with Zack frequently and I think he seems more peaceful as does Heather.
The relations between him and mommy are fun, lighthearted, and joyous.
So stress free.....
So while the adorable picture may have been here or there....the point Jennifer is making is very spot on.
Yes, I can SO remember how happy and lighthearted our house was when the kid's dad finally moved out. Mommy wasn't a nervous wreck trying to please Daddy so he wouldn't get mad, she wasn't hovering to be sure the kids didn't do anything to make their father mad once he started drinking. Even though I had plenty of times of pain during that year, it wasn't tinged with the stress & anxiety of living with an angry alcoholic. And even now, coming up on 2 years later, there isn't a week tha goes by that I don't remember how glad I am to come upstairs from tucking in the kids and not see him passed out in the chair.
heather I pray for u so very often and our lives share very many similarities, i would love to say you have helped me along the way, except that ive already lived this & it gives me much confidence that someone else has to go threw this... and yet I wonder...when you are by your self, at night, in bed alone...what are you thinking? I know that no matter what i want ive done the right things for my family-& my kin,everyday im apart from the man that i love, my heart breaks, i know you are early within this sickness, but do you have the same feelings as i?
its been many years, my children dont even ask about their father any more, but i miss him almost everyday of my life, and i think thats ok, because my children hav grown up in a healthy stable environment.
but is it ok to still love this man? will i always love him? and more importantly will i ever heal & move on? all I can say is that my children are better off.
...what do you think about when you lie in bed alone at night?
I think we think the same way, because we do love those men in our lives even tho its not good for our lives or our children...
what goes threw your mind when everthing is quiet & he should b there?...
My own personal opinion is this....
It's okay to love him, he is the father of your children.
It's what you do with that love and energy that matters.
It takes a VERY strong person to love a man enough to let him go and know she has made the right decision for her family.
The thing I would be curious to ask is....do you think of him in his current state or do you miss and love the man you wish he were.
That is a huge difference!
Now it is me who will be thinking of you and what you are thinking when I go to bed at night!
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