Call me crazy because I probably am. I will be 34 and running my first Half Marathon. My friends in boot camp have really pushed me this past year to look further than I think I can go. To be stronger than I think I am. 34 is just a number and I want to believe that. I think accomplishing this goal (for me) will truly make me feel that. I realize this goal will not be met until November of this year, but when it comes I will be ready. I have to believe that. I have to trust that I can do this physically, emotionally, mentally. I will be there. What are your goals? Are you reaching them? Do you need help and encouragement? Message me about boot camp. It can get you there!!! 5:30 am workouts are not ideal for sleeping beauties (like myself) but I am so glad I am a part of such a great support group. You can be too!!!
Oh, how I love my boys. God made me a boy mom and at first I was a little sad that there would never be any pink in the Kueny house. Now, I can't see it any other way. Blue rules:)
Yesterday morning this was the sight I walked into from getting home from boot camp. Seriously, this was not posed. The boys were sitting on the couch watching "Daniel Tiger's Neighborhood" and cuddling each other. Heart melting. Insert swoon here....
They always love each other in the mornings and then by bedtime Will is done with his brother. No more patience, no more cuddles, no more love. I am so thankful that each morning it starts back over with them and they truly love each other.
Thank you Jesus for all the boys in my life you have blessed me with. I will never be jealous of people with daughters because this is who God chose for me to be their parents and they are mine. Amen!
This weekend I got to go to Ava's basketball/cheer festivities! She cheers for a team called the Sparklers. Oh geez, I hoped they were a girls only basketball team:) Who came up with that name? Oh, so many memories flooded back to me as I watched her stand on the sidelines cheering for her team. The chants, the cheers, the formations, the yelling, the kicking. MEMORIES! I probably shouldn't be a cheer mom though because all I could see were the kids standing in the wrong spot, the arms not in the right location, the kicks going the wrong way. Ava did great though. I might be biased, but she did great!!! Go Sparklers!!! Black, purple, and white. Fight Sparklers Fight!!!!!!
Will is finally getting better from his illness. He has gone to school the last two days but is still fighting congestion and tiredness. Now, Owen has it again full force and I am still (today is two weeks) blowing my nose and coughing. I am so ready for us all to be healthy and whole and all at the same time.
I love this little boy so much. I love Owen too, don't get me wrong, but this little boy in particular made me a Mother. He taught me true, priceless, love more than your own life love. I will be eternally grateful for Will for that.
Now for more healing in our house....I will be eternally grateful for that too when it occurs!
