Being married to a chef ain't glamorous like it sounds. It means long hours and no Friday night dates. It means dodging the "where's daddy" question often and making up for the missing parent. I didn't ask to be a single parent but I did sign up to support my husband in his dreams. Struggling with the balance of being lonely and sad while being a warrior and powering through. But this is our normal now, this is our life. Choosing to be grateful is the only way to survive because being ungrateful and sad and angry will only result in more frustration and tears.
So we choose to embrace it. Choose to pray and to turn to love. Because if there is one thing I had to be grateful for in these hard times is the people who love me and who love my family. We are beyond blessed with so much love in our life. Even when there is anger, there is still love.
And even in the hard times these faces remind me there's still joy.
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| This is San Diego in January. Sorry polar vortex. |
