is humbled with gratitude. I look around, and though I complain sometimes , I know I am blessed beyond measure, lucky beyond my dreams and protected beyond understanding. .
My kids are healthy. Physically and emotionally. Bumps in the road, yes. But solid, healthy and building strong futures.
My grandchildren are healthy. Physically, developmentally and emotionally. they laugh, cry, explore. they smack each other and hug each other. they take each other’s toys and bring each other gifts. They call me grammy and melt my heart.
My husband is healthy. Present and involved. Tonight he cooked dinner as I lay on the couch nursing a hurt back. I complained — didnt like the pork chop or the rice. When he went to pick up my medicine he brought home a nice fresh fruit salad — ,my number one favorite treat.