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.
Blessed, this girl right here is.
Did your mom have a mammogram yesterday? Call her, ask her how it went, offer to do the healthy breast dance with her or to sit with her while she waits for the results. Let her know you remember the skinned knees, ear aches, toothaches, bruised egos that she walked you through. The phone calls the night before you had a big test in college, the trips to the store for just the right interview outfit. You call when you need a babysitter, or a couple bucks, you call when your job or your spouse or your child is making you rethink your whole life plan, you call when you need firewood or to borrow the truck. You call when you need a recipe or a craft supply. Call your mother and ask her how the mammogram went. Tell her you love her, and that either way — you’re there. Call me. Im home.