I always wanted to be somebody, but now I realize I should have been more specific. – Lily Tomlin


We’ve all had those days. Those days where you wake up and think, I love my life. I love the fact that it’s not perfect. I love that it’s a struggle sometimes. We learn more that way. It makes us appreciate. Speaking of appreciation…

I’ve been following along with a blog at the recommendation of Cam. This one blog turned into a few more blogs. The first blog was the Nie Recovery page. At first, I read because of the story of tragedy that happened to Nie Nie & her Mr. Neilson. Now I read because of who she is, what she does, and how she does it. I, like many, many others, don’t know Stephanie or Christian, but as a wife and mother… I feel connected in some cosmicly weird way. After moving from the recovery page to her actual blog, I will admit that she is the homemaker I strive to be. While I’m sure their life before the accident was far from perfect, it was happy and that’s what matters. They made it work. I guess everyone at some point or other would like to improve themselves and sees things in others they wish they had. I hope it’s not just me who feels that way.

I envy their sense of family. Stephanie’s sister, C Jane, continued on with her blog. In addition to writing posts in her own and taking care of the Neilson’s children. There is also her sister-in-law’s blog that I’ve also taken up reading. I am amazed with myself that everyday I think to myself, “I wonder how the Neilson’s are doing today?” It also amazes me that I know I’m not the only one.

I hope that you will visit their pages. I hope that their story will make you feel differently about your own story.

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Comments on: "Appreciate" (1)

  1. I love NieNie! I send up good thoughts for her family every day!And, it's great to have sisters like that…especially ones love you because they choose to and not because genetics makes them!!Like you and me, Forrest…

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