As I grow older, I think about how blessed I am in my life each day. I count my fortunes each day as I hear about more and more friends and family facing adversity. From cancer to miscarriages to unexpected death of a loved one to unemployment to children with illnesses and diseases to alcoholism to infertility to post-partum depression and more people of our relatively young age group are being blasted with so much. And then I look at our two daughters, my incredible husband and wonder how did we get so lucky?
My blessings are not lost on me and each time we are awoken in the middle of the night by a crying toddler or each tantrum we have to navigate and each phone call we share or dinner table conversation we have and each night as we read our bedtime stories and cuddle, I am thankful. Not just for what life has offered to Scott and me and to our amazingly wonderfully precious girls, but I am hopeful that those plagued with not as many blessings as we are at this time, will be so again one day; then that will be an added blessing in my life.
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