Blog exchange post

My partner's post for the blog exchange. She boo-booed and sent her post too late for me to post it on time. It's her first time doing the exchange so we can all cut her a little slack. Right?

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2007 Minutes in Heaven

There were myriad beautiful moments about 2007. My baby girl learned to walk. My son went sledding for the first time. My kids started a new daycare/preschool. I had FOF. I had a potentially life-improving surgery. I got a new dishwasher and a digital camera. My husband took me to the beach.

There are moments about 2008 that scare my pants right off. Healing up my wounds from surgery. Jamie getting re-elected. Some health issues I have yet to blog about because I am still working to wrap my head around them, and they remain un-specifically diagnosed. Words like laser ablation, precancerous, and dysplasia are being bandied about, and I am awash in all it means or could mean. And if one more person tells me that at least I am not dying when I tell them about my frustration surrounding my health, I cannot be held responsible. And then there's the SAHM thing. Hold me?

I rang in 2008 sobbing like a baby on my husband's shoulder.

This blog exchange is supposed to be Awards for 2007, but I am not feeling it-- why talk about Brit-Brit any more than has already been done?!?

Instead, it's my hopes for 2008.

I hope that my children continue to laugh and learn and grow. That Annie's health stays on a good track. That Jake's new, almost-four defiant attitude won't make me sit on him.

I hope that my husband gets re-elected. It means me possibly staying home, his continued happiness, and our family's continued fiscal health. Plus, he really likes the job.

I hope that my health issues get diagnosed soon and that we find a course of action that actually works. I hope that I find the emotional and psychological gumption to deal with these health issues more gracefully than I have in the past two months.

I hope that we elect a president that is wise and open, knows when to listen and when to decide, and gets us out of Iraq in a way that doesn't leave the mess for the people who didn't have any choices about what we've created there.

I hope that the economy doesn't do what I think it's going to do.

I hope that my marriage continues to grow, and my pants size continues to shrink.

I hope that God continues to provide and protect myself and my family. I hope that I can continue to have faith and grace, even if the answers I get aren't the answers I wanted to hear.

God? Please grant me grace. ************************************************************************
Dawn's not usually waxing this philosophic-- she's got two kids under four and lives in Kansas. You can find her here. Go on. This ain't her better work, as she is a nincompoop and did not send in her exchange until the last possible second.