30 Days of Thankful: Day 1

30 Days of Thankful: Day 1

I went back and forth on doing the 30 days of thankful this year. I believe in being thankful all the time, but I did it last year, so I tossed around other options, but in the end I came back to this one. I’ve been in a funk lately and I need the kick in the pants to see all the great things in my life. I’ve suffered with some post honeymoon blues, as well as a stressful period at work and it feels like October was just a month of disappointments. I have a bad habit of wearing my disappointments longer than I should.  I can’t stop feeling sad that thanks to a rough day at work my birthday was kind of a dud,  we didn’t get to go to the pumpkin patch with Carolina this year and that I missed out on a family event that I had so been looking forward to. I've just felt weighed down by the month.

The last few days, seeing people loose so much from the hurricane has very much put things in perspective, but I felt like I needed a bit of a cleansing so here we go. 

I had a couple things in mind for today, but then I got to work and realized that I'd left my breakfast at home. 

Not too long ago this wouldn't have been an issue for me. I'm not a breakfast eater and haven't been since about 3rd grade. I like breakfast food, just not at breakfast. Generally I have to be up a couple hours before I can stomach any food even though, I do completely understand that breakfast is important. I went years without giving much thought for breakfast save a cup of yogurt here in there when I went on a "healthy streak". Then I met Isaac. Isaac wakes up famished, he needs food almost immediately.  Breakfast is not only his favorite meal of the day, I'm fairly certain he'd find himself in a Sophie's Choice situation if asked to choose between myself or breakfast. 

Isaac likes eggs, every morning. And I mean every morning.  Usually in breakfast taco format. 

I'm not an egg eater, never have been and if I do eat eggs I like them cooked so well they're practically burned. When it comes to eggs Isaac does not take no for an answer, you get a breakfast taco, and you eat it.

 So I started my long sometimes painful journey with breakfast. Some days I've almost hated breakfast, but compromises have been made so now Isaac will pack me my breakfast taco so I can eat it when I'm ready which is normally about 10. 

Today I didn't have my taco, I run out of the house late and forgotten to grab it and I actually missed it. I realized how lucky I am to have someone who cares about me enough to make and pack me a breakfast everyday even when I am sometimes less than grateful. 

I'll never forget a couple years ago when we'd argued the night before but I still was handed my breakfast taco the next day.
"I wasn't going to make you one, but I just couldn't not make you breakfast, no matter how I mad I was"

That's love, and I'm thankful for it."

Today I made do with a Halloween pack of Teddy Grahams from a co workers desk, but I had to admit I missed my breakfast taco. Luckily I'll have it for tomorrow!