Thankful.

In case there is ever any doubt, please know: I am thankful.

There is at least one moment in every day that makes me stop and appreciate how lucky I am. Not only for all the things I have, but for the things I don't.

I don't have a schedule full of doctor's appointments for myself or a family member struggling with a serious health problem.

I don't have epi-pens, Medic-Alert bracelets and warning notes to help protect my children from life-threatening allergies.

I don't have trouble reading to my kids, picking them up, giving them cuddles or making their meals.

I don't have deep-seated emotional issues that make it difficult for my husband to love me. (there may be moments when he doesn't like me very much, and I don't blame him - but love me? I know he does.)

I don't lose sleep at night worrying about things that are out of my control.


Sure, I have aches and pains, my kids gets colds and ear infections, my husband and I argue and there are times when I cry from the stress of everyday life.

But all those things remind me how healthy we are. Physically, emotionally, mentally.

It's easy to complain about the little things. It's harder to remember to be thankful.

And I am.