Humbling

There has been several times in my life I have been humbled. When I was younger and playing football I played the game as if I was the biggest strongest kid on the field (I wasn't but it worked). When I got to high school I still tried to play like that, but the fact that all of the other kids were far more physically talented than I was made me much less of a player than I was when I was younger. It was pretty humbling.

But in the last year or so I feel like I have been 'truly' humbled. Going through all of the infertility stuff that we have the past 6 years or so has been pretty humbling, but that wasn't the half of it. I feel like you are truly humbled when somebody does something for you that you cannot do for yourself. Being supported (financially and emotionally) by family and friends with IVF has not only humbled me, but it has brought me to my knees. When you are truly humbled and not as eloquent as me it is pretty much impossible to show exactly how much gratitude you are feeling. So I will just say, please know that I am more grateful than I know how to express.

I know that one day (hopefully in the distant future) we will all be humbled more than we knew was imaginable. I am grateful for those in this life who have helped me somewhat understand what it means to be humbled. You may have only somewhat prepared me for when that time comes, but you have done more than anyone else has or what I could do for myself.

Relient K lyric of the week - "If home is where the heart is, then my home is where you are."

Badger don't care

If I was sorted into a Hogwarts house I am sure it would be Hufflepuff. Actually pretty much every Jackson in my family would be including my ancestors. We are have a little bit of every house characteristic in us, but above all we value hard work and loyalty. We may not be the brightest bunch (why else would Jacksons live in Fremont Utah for decades unless they were being loyal) but dog gone it if you treat us fair we will be your loyal friend for life. I guess we are a little bit like dogs that way; although I do love the badger as a house crest, because badgers just don't care.

Myself, I have never been one who likes to talk much…..or at all. My father and grandfather are amazing story tellers and at least to some degree enjoy telling stories. Me, not so much. Rather than talking about my feelings I felt I better do something to express them so I figured I would do a little bit more “journal entries”. I hate writing because my penmanship is terrible so I figured that blogging would be the best way for me and my posterity to see what the heck I was thinking while I was in my 30 somethings and trying to figure out this whole being an adult thing.