This is our Foundation

This morning I stayed in bed and slept under the covers until about seven.  At about three my hubby got up and went to work.  I am typing this and it is about eight o clock  at night and he is still not home.  This is routine and this is how we make a living.  The logger works his tail off.  He puts in long hours, he works harder than any one I know.  He takes extra pride in a job well done.  He does more than is expected.  He never takes time off.  And while I gripe...and pout....and wish he had a nine to five job.....I know that what he does is all for the good of our family.  And because he does this, I get to stay home with my babies.  I get to complain because I never get away from the kids.  I get to never miss a second of this precious time that they are little.  And in the spirit of gratitude.  And Thanksgiving.  And the calm before the Christmas storm.  I just wanted to stop posting cute pictures of kiddos and parties and scrapbook pages and fun things.  And stop and share with you some of the background to my life.  This is logging.  This is what holds our family together.  This is what five generations of The Logger's family have built up and work their butts off every day to provide for all of us.  This is life.  This is something to be proud of.  This is something to be thankful for.

I went to the woods when we were first married.  I literally peed my pants because of the icy roads, the logging trucks coming off the hills, the cold and the wet and the misery.  And this is what The Logger does every day.  This is what puts our food on our table. 

I come from Logging on my side as well.  My Grandpa logged all of my life.  He passed away from cancer when I was in college, but all the way to the end you could find him out in his shop, maintaining his truck, working those long hours.  In fact, the photo of the truck loaded down is a load on his old truck. 
I used to spend the night with my Grandparents and I can remember getting up at 2 am with them, eating some scrambled eggs, trying not to fall back asleep at the kitchen table.  And then sneaking back to bed with Grandma after he left in the truck. 
There is something humble and proud about a job such as this, and I am forever thankful for the men in my life, but especially The Logger, for the hard work that they do to help build up our family, for their love, for their example, for their drive to endure.  Everyone should be so lucky to possess such a work ethic.  I am truly blessed.