Happy Birthday to My Hubby

Today was my husband's 59th Birthday, and he was gone most of the day.

I have to tell you, the past two days have been crazy busy. 

The kind of day(s) where you just want to throw in the towel and say

"That's it! I'm done!"

I feel like a spoiled brat to even think such thoughts. 

I know we just got back from a long weekend of camping, 

and believe it or not, we're going again this weekend, 

but we rarely (if ever) have had back-to-back get-a-ways.

Two weeks ago, we traveled south to attend a memorial service, 

to visit my mother-in-law, and to bury my mother. 

Last week, we were invited to camp with some friends 

not far from home, but still, it was a nice get-away. 

This weekend, we will be camping at Disney during their annual Christian Festival 

called Night of Joy which usually coincides with my hubby's birthday.

It's a family thing we've done for years and we look forward to it. 

I just feel like, after all these years of working so hard, 

I want to work less and play more. Is that wrong?

I want more of my (our) days spent doing things we enjoy doing. 

Now, I know we are suppose to make the most of every moment, 

and I know that attitude is everything, 

but this work, Work, WORK thing isn't fun anymore. 

I fear we will work until we die. 

I don't want that to happen. 

God please do a work in my heart, 

clear my head and keep me grateful for all the blessing in my life 

and in the lives of my family.

I know I have so much to be thankful for!