30 Thankful Days #10 and #11: Naps and Heroes

I couldn't be more excited to link up with Dawn over at theGoodlife and join her in 30 Thankful Days. It's simple! Everyday (or every other day if you're me) you think of something you're thankful for and write about it so that other people can give thanks too.

Day 8: Naps
Yesterday was one of those days where there were definitely things to get done and places to go but I just couldn't work myself up to care about them. If you know me this is actually a good thing because for the last few weeks I've been overwhelmed by feelings of anxiety and worry most of which comes from freaking out about simple day-to-day activities. But yesterday, it was like my brain took a day off and decided to stop worrying and just go. Go to class, go to physical therapy for my foot, NAP, go to lab, and finish the day off with some great friends. Though I am so thankful for the slower pace my mind functioned at yesterday, the thing I am the most thankful for was my nap. TWO HOURS of sleepy time in the middle of the day. I felt rested and revived! (And I bet I would have been exhausted by the time lab and friend time came around had I not caught some Z's earlier in the day)

Day 9: My Dad
Today I am thankful for all the men and women that serve our country. I know first hand the sacrifices that the service men and women, as well as their families, have to make and it's not easy. Their lives dedicated to others will never go unnoticed by me and I pray today especially for the ones serving overseas and that they may return safely to their families.

But today I want to recognize one veteran in particular... My dad.

At his retirement ceremony

He joined the Air Force at 18yo and served for twenty years before retiring. He soared through the ranks, while attending college and providing for a family. Though he and our family had to put up with moves, TDY's (where he'd leave for days or even months and we never got to see him), and the rest of military life, he never complained. He never took a day off (not one... he had over 3 months of PTO saved up when he retired) and he was alway home in time for dinner and soccer practice if he was in town. I can't even explain how much I love this man and how proud I am to be his daughter. 

What's not to love about a man in uniform!