My Cup over Floweth with Love & A Hangover
My parents are the best and i'm not even suking up, hell no do they read this. Oh no, no, no. To the nunnery i'd go. But this past week spent with them in Corpus was so very delightful. I know I still have so much to learn from them, wisdom to glean, and morals to adopt. I can only hope that one day when i'm a mother myself i'm half of what my mother is in one day. They never cease to love me unconditionally, put me first, or encourage me to fulfill my potential and destiny.
Amazing. I'm flabergasted at this blessing.
Up until last year I worked with under priviledged youth, many of these youth came from broken homes or if the parents were still togather it wasn't a desirable one. I'll never forget the young girl who shared with me her sad story, who cried in my arms and I with her. She is etched in my heart and I can't even remeber her name anymore. How embarrassing.
But there are so many of them just like her and part of me is upset i'm so blessed and they aren't but then part of me is so grateful that I am.
I'm constantly taking for granted the blessings and people in my life instead of stepping back and getting this perspective of just how Damn Lucky I am.
I found the best friend a girl could ask for in my sister and in a russian, I can't imagine more perfect parents who love me so much or love eachother so much, good health, straight teeth and a budding plant the squirrels haven't pushed off the balcony...yet.
In fact, it's the only one the squirrels haven't had their way with.
Don't underestimate those cute little fury bushy tailed demons, there bad oh yah.
But life is good. Believe it, it is.