Wednesday, December 19, 2012

santa

The other day Santa visited Gary's work. Owen was fascinated by that long white beard. He gazed into Santa's eyes for a few seconds....
Began to get a little uneasy...
Then he started realizing he wasn't too sure about this jolly man...
In fact, he came to the conclusion that Santa utterly terrified him! He made sure to let Mommy and Daddy know that he needed to be saved. And fast! 

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no one looks back on their life and remembers the nights they got plenty of sleep

I found a picture on Facebook of a crowd of people partying with this phrase written on it, "no one looks back on their life and remembers the nights they got plenty of sleep."
The picture bothered me for a few different reasons, and I immediately thought of how sad it was. Some people seriously spend the majority of their young adult life staying up all night and partying. They think this equals happiness and I guess they get some kind of thrill from it.
Quickly, however, my thoughts turned in a different direction. That phrase is actually really true for me, but not in the way it was portrayed. When I think of sleepless nights I immediately think of my sweet baby. I have so many memories of those first few months when it was just me and him in the middle of the night. The world was sleeping and I was falling in love as I held my boy. Those nights were hard, extremely hard, but they were also beautiful. Eight months later we still have our sleepless nights and I know there will be many many more, but I can't think of a better reason to lose sleep. It is the greatest reason there is. One that I will be enjoying the rewards from for years to come.
So yes trashy Facebook picture, you're right. No one remembers the nights they got plenty of sleep. I know I sure don't. But I'm so glad my memories are different than yours. Mine are real. They are beautiful, meaningful, and filled with love.
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