Feeling blessed tonight as I celebrate Friday. That's right: nothing special other than that it is Friday and our family celebrates like it is the fourth of July. Every (or, most) Friday night we make gluten-free pizza from scratch, put on fun music (Frank Sinatra, Michael Buble, Harry Connick Jr, etc.: which my children affectionately refer to as pizza music), my husband and I pop open a bottle of wine and dance around the kitchen being silly and making memories. It is the kind of tradition that, as a kid, I would have thought only existed in old time, idealistic movies. My sweet boys get excited when Friday comes around knowing it is time to relax and be goofy and feel loved. No matter how crazy or stressful our week has been, Fridays bring us back to a place on unity and peace. My husband and I were dancing in the kitchen after pizza tonight (not a side of us we share often outside our little home); watching my children laugh and swinging on their playset outside, I realized just how greatly God has blessed my life. Since moving 9 months ago, both my boys have expressed how much they love living here (in Minnesota). When pressed for 'why' they love it here we hear the same thing from both: the little traditions started, real family time, and the refocus of our lives from Army-centered to HOME-centered. The simple things like pizza on Friday really do make a difference to our children. Tonight at dinner my 5-year-old sighed a smiling sigh and said, "I feel comfy. Every Friday I just feel so comfy." It brought a tear to my eye: I couldn't ask for anything better than that for my children: to feel 'comfy' with who they are within our family.
Life is good. I'm comfy.
Are your children 'comfy' in your family too?
