No. Not in this house I may start my Christmas shopping, but Thanksgiving will not be glossed over here. They say a thankful heart is a happy heart, and I'm with them.
Today I share thanks for my husband. A few weeks ago, Matt and I celebrated our fifth anniversary. We were in Santa Barbara for his management meetings, so although we were sans kids, it wasn't the most romantic trip.
In following the traditional gifts, this year was wood. We decided that the house we're building was gift enough to each other and we both got something small in addition. My gift to Matt was a wooden business-sized card that had my vows imprinted. It was something intended for him to keep in his wallet, but when it arrived, I realized it would be too fragile. It also didn't arrive until few days after our anniversary. He may have cared that his gift was late and sub-par, but if so, he never let on.
That's one of the ways we maintain a happy marriage. We know there is a season for everything. This is a time for growing our family and building our home. It doesn't leave time, energy, or resources for much else. It means that our anniversary gifts were not extravagant. It means that we're sleep deprived and sometimes barely hanging on. It means that he's working his tail off at work and I'm exhausted just being pregnant with four children. We know that this is a season that will soon pass, and one day this will be something we just get to look back on. I'm grateful for a husband that doesn't care that his anniversary gift was just eh and a few days late. I'm grateful that he loves me good.
For everything there is a season, a time for every activity under heaven. A time to be born and a time to die. A time to plant and a time to harvest. A time to kill and a time to heal. A time to tear down and a time to build up. A time to cry and a time to laugh. A time to grieve and a time to dance. A time to scatter stones and a time to gather stones. A time to embrace and a time to turn away. A time to search and a time to quit searching. A time to keep and a time to throw away. A time to tear and a time to mend. A time to be quiet and a time to speak. A time to love and a time to hate. A time for war and a time for peace. Ecclesiastes 3: 1-9
This is a season to give thanks.
Love.
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