Spring 2012 has been rather busy for me, but as it draws to an end, the theme that rises to the surface of my mind is that of gratitude--
Gratitude for my dear husband who insists on loving me and staying by my side despite everything--challenges, disappointments, bad moods, etc. He may not always be able to deliver on all of my expectations (and I DO expect a lot, poor guy), but he believes in what we are trying to achieve together, and tries in his own way to help us get there. His birthday is on May 15th and I am reminded of all that he brings to my life. He is the guardian of our finances, a fastidious maintainer of our vehicles, a giver of excellent massages, and the would-be (but not always appreciated) comic relief in our home. I'm a lucky woman.
Mother's day, this year in particular, has brought to mind how grateful I am for my mother. At church that day, our bishop asked me to think of a story to tell about my mother during a lesson that he was to give later on. Due to other obligations, I ended up not being able to attend that meeting, but it caused me to spend the day searching my memory for some meaningful story that I could relate about her. Many things could be said about this woman, but all I could narrow my thoughts down to was the fact that my mother is everything--all that is good in my life is because of her, a direct result of her love, support, and sacrifice. My education. My ability to earn a living. My decision to enter into an eternal marriage. The down payment on our house. The trust that I have in God. Any virtues that I might possess, or wisdom that I have gained--it is all because of her. It is my hope that I may become half the woman that she is someday.
And, though it may seem silly to some, I am also grateful for our little fur-babies. I think that on some level, I had begun to take the cats a bit for granted until a few weeks ago when Kenneth got very ill. I had noticed him occasionally vomiting and urinating in various places around the house, but I just chalked it up to hairballs and bad behavior. I woke up one morning, however, to find our kitchen floor literally covered in vomit, blood, and urine. It looked like a grisly murder scene. Luckily I found poor Kenneth alive, huddled in a corner looking miserable and very, very scared. We rushed him to the only animal hospital that was open that early on a Saturday morning, and the vet informed us that his kidneys were diseased and had begun to fail. He stayed in the hospital for four (rather expensive!) days and endured countless tests, and came home with us still leaking bright red urine and without any appetite to speak of. We spent the next week just giving him lots of love, administering oral meds, forcefeeding him, and sticking a needle under the skin on his back to give him extra fluids from an IV bag. It was no fun for him or us, but he slowly began to show signs of his old self. Now, a few weeks later, he seems to be feeling better than he has in a long time. He's playing more, and taking full advantage of the extra attention he's been getting. We have to be on our guard for any signs of relapse now, but can hopefully expect to have several more good years with him.
Oh, and here's some stuff that I've made for some people:
A yarn wreath for my sister Amy's birthday:
Another one for my Mom for Mother's Day:
And, yet another for my sweet MIL:
And a sweater for my adorable honorary niece, Berkeley:
More to come soon!
