Hugs, Blood, Snow & Chores

34 years of single life has taught me how to stand strong against the wind (flexing in my mind right now).

In 3 smallish years with love, helping hands and heart struggles has taught me to desire, compromise, give, forgive and be there. It was enjoyable and nice to have a partner in crime. Someone who would be there to listen and assist where one could. (and....breathe...)

Along came a day where I found myself sliding on the snow boots to shovel (the way I like it done) solo once again. (Wah...Wah...)

Last night after putting the cute little toddler to bed, I found myself doing dishes at 8 pm, cutting the tip of my finger in the process, bandaging it, shoveling about 9 pm. Party at the Shire!

Walking outside knowing I had to snag the mail, grab the trash can, recycle bin and shovel...I turned it into a game. I had to shovel my way to them in order to get back. My 12 year old self chucked and thought, I got this! Part way through I felt moisture on my hand. Glanced down to see my bandage gone and my finger exposed and bleeding. Ick! It's about that point your standing against the wind is a head hung in the snow winter mix wind annoyed and frustrated. My thought? Shovel on through. Get to the mail and pull those bins in! Philippians 4:13

Then it crossed my mind...

How many people tonight had someone helping them? How many curled up after the long day and were appreciating their helper and loved one? Are things perfect? No, of course not. My heart opened and just prayed that you look over and thank that person who helped you and hugged them. They are precious. Perfect? No. Precious? Yes. That's what matters.

Hug it out y'all!

Here is a good listen on relationships: Stephan Labossiere on Lewis Howes

Fun Shoveling Tip: If you shovel to the right 1/2 and then turn and swipe the other 1/2 it makes the drive wider, the look cleaner and weighs less. Insert: Homer Simpson..."NERD!"

#HUG #BLOOD #SHOVEL #SNOW #CHORES #SINGLEPARENT #PARENT #TODDLER #LOVE