Truer words have never been spoken.
Lately 5ohHubby has been working overtime like its going out of style. And sometimes.. I wish it would.
Now, as far as this whole police wife life thing goes... I feel like I'm kinda cut out for it. I don't mind the long hours because I think the extra days off are worth it. I'm ok with holidays & birthdays on the wrong day and going alone to parties. I like to hear about the crazy stuff and I pray hard through the dangerous stuff. I guess I can deal with the give and take in this job because its the whole reason we moved here, so I kinda knew what I was getting myself into in the first place. Its something I chose just as much as he did.
But weeks where overtime is readily available and often necessary, they're hard... on all of us. Its hard to see him sad to miss out on time with his mother and mine when we only see each other a few times a year. Its hard to see 5ohBaby walk around the house looking for him and calling out "Oh? Daddy? Oh?" Its hard to know that the extra hours mean extra hours of danger. And it can be hard when all you wanna do is throw yourself a mini-pity party
So instead, today I am choosing to be thankful. We have seriously been blessed beyond belief and blessed beyond what I deserve.
I am thankful for a good job in these rough economic times.
I am thankful that if we save our money and budget properly we can afford awesome trips
I am thankful to be able to stay home with 5ohBaby when I know many mamas who want to and can't.
I am more than thankful for this man who works so hard to provide for his family.
I am thankful that he loves his job. I mean really loves his job.
I am thankful that he loves us. I mean really really loves us.
I am thankful for financial freedom and security.
And so, dare I say it, I am thankful for overtime.