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Evaluating life.


I have been watching the tsunami and earthquake coverage in Japan.
How upsetting.
So much devastation.
So much loss.

I think when something like this happens in the world
it is important to look at our lives 
and ponder what we would do if we lost everything.
Have a think about our priorities
and what is important in life.
Think about who and what we are thankful for.

So I'm going to take a few moments to be thankful.
To appreciate the things that should be appreciated.


I am thankful for James.
I don't know where I would be without him.
What I would be doing.
Where I would be doing it.
Though, to be honest we really don't know what we're doing now!
But we are doing it together.
And we are enjoying doing it together.
And I look forward to whatever idiotic idea we decide to jump on next.


I am thankful for James' family and how welcome they have made me feel as part of that family.
They made me Aunty Louise which is something I never expected.
But something I secretly adore.
I love how much James loves his nieces and nephews.
It makes him seem like a gentle giant!


I am thankful for my family.
My family have helped me more than I could have believed in the past 6 years.
More so than I ever expected.
We all have had our burdens to carry
but my family often carried some of my burden for me.
That is why I love them so much.


I'm thankful for my beautiful godson Dean.
I love that his parents asked me to play such a role in his life.
I adore both my godparents.

Me on the day of my baptism with my Uncle Sean and Auntie Vera
My lovely godparents

I hope that Dean will feel the same 
about me when he reaches my age.




I am thankful for all our friends 
who have made our time in Galway so much fun.
It will be sad to leave them all behind when we move
I just hope they remember to come and visit!

I guess that is a good way to finish off my being thankful.
I know there are many other things that I appreciate 
but I am glad that I took the time 
to thank all those above.

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