Ramblings by Rhi

I think this is a working title. I have a lot of little thoughts that I want to express but don't think they should have one individual post. I know it's weird but hey that is just how I roll. I like to dance at my own beat. Or it might because I have no rhythm.
I must with all the love and appreciation express to my right arm-the one that isn't hurt.- so many thank you's for this last week for putting up with me and my gimpy arm. For your willingness to wait up for me night after night. Even if it is for few minutes so that we can say goodnight. For putting up the Christmas lights and bringing up the Christmas trees. Also for re-stringing a Christmas tree when I could tell that you were bugged every minute because I put the lights on crazy in the first place.
To my Children you laughter and excitement brings me much joy. I love to hear you play together. If it's playing Barbies, Superheros or even with the Fisher Price Nativity were Baby Jesus and the Angel fight the bad guys, it is so fun to hear. Better than any music or T.V. show your imaginations are wild and vibrant. For the many things you to discuss, especially about Christmas. How you believe people are Chocolate color because they ate to many chocolate bars. For telling me that I look like a robot because my arm is in a brace. Jersey for helping me when I can't open something with one hand. You have become a little more grown up this week. I will miss you when you go back to school next week. You both say and do things that make me smile.
To my left arm and hand. You have been tested and have passed with flying colors. I amazed at your commitment to help since when your counterpart is better you don't do to much. So thanks for stepping up even though typing with one hand is hard or trying to write is even harder. I'm just impressed.
To some great friends that are willing to come and help me when I can't do it for myself. For coming and clean my house, help me with laundry. For another who fixed my hair so that I don't look silly. The service you render was much appreciative.
For words of comfort. I'm sure some of you know that Elder Wirthlin passed away this week. His last conference talk has resonated with me since then. Hearing him say "Come what may and Love it" I'm great at having pity parties for myself in any time of trial. But when I think of those words I know that things will get better and just be happy.