Gratitude, baby, gratitude

I am one lucky chick.
I’ve got a seriously Top Ten, maybe even Top Five husband (as in Top Ten — or Top Five — husbands of all time throughout the history of the universe). I have two beautiful, healthy, funny, good-hearted, brilliant, happy, respectful children. I have a lot of friends — funny, neurotic, crazy-smart, emotional, beautiful and talented — whom I truly value in my life. I live in a really great house — and we have the means to make it even greater when we put on an addition in the next six months. I live in a swell neighborhood, complete with kids playing out in the street, neighbors getting together for BBQs and Moms’ Nights and block parties and book clubs. I live in an affluent community with excellent schools and resources. My parents are both still living and have lived to see my children. I am healthy. I am relatively sane. I even have a really swell dog.

These are the things I need to remember. This is where my focus needs to be. Not on the negative, the stuff that’s missing or that “should be.” I need to be here now and drink in all of this crazy goodness that surrounds me. Otherwise, what’s the point?

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