It's hard to find a blog that isn't positive. Most people are only drawn to happy, lighthearted subjects. I don't want anyone to misunderstand my personality through this blog. My job isn't fun, my marriage could use some work, and my son can sometimes be a pain. My life is not picture perfect. I struggle daily to be a joy-filled person. I like writing about happy things because it makes me happy, but sometimes I don't feel that way inside. I want to share this story with you, so maybe you'll get to know me a little better.
When we first moved into our new house, I was excited to get things set up the way I wanted. I hung pictures, I got new towels; you know, all the little things that a house needs. One thing I've always had in my home is a wall clock. I don't like alarm clocks because they're so bright at night, so I've always had a wall clock in my bedroom. My old clock finally gave out, so when we moved, I picked up a cheapo from Wal-Mart. It looked something like this:
Monday was our two year anniversary. Daniel came home and couldn't wait for me to open my gift. Here's what he got me:
He also gave me this note: