
Wednesday night ham dinner
doing dishes after said dinner
cooking a rosemary spiced turkey
eating Thanksgiving dinner
cleaning up after the dinner
working on Friday
doing some shopping
watching Utah give the game away to The School Down South (I puked a little in my mouth just now)
putting up the Christmas tree
putting up decorations
After doing all of that, I noticed that one of the canned lights in our kitchen was out. No big deal, we already had the ladder out for the Christmas tree.
I grabbed a light bulb from the basement and went up to replace the bulb. Wendy was using the ladder for some re-arranging of the nutcrackers so I decided to use one of our tall bar stools (or as Isaak calls them, barf stools... "Daddy, why do we call them barf stools?").
So I climbed up and reached up as high as I could to get the light bulb out. I removed it and replaced it with a new light bulb. And then I had an epiphany. I was removing a light bulb that was there before we bought our house and this was a light bulb that we purchased for our house.
Why is this such a big deal, right? I mean we have been here for a year and a half.
Well, at this time of year when we all pause to give thanks, a little light bulb made me think of how thankful I am to be in a house. After 8 1/2 years of marriage, losing a job, going back to school, starting a career over, saving, wishing, hoping and praying, we got into our first home last year.