I lay lazily in bed this morning (I write this as if it's an uncommon occurence, but don't be fooled) as Paul kissed me and left for work. When I heard the door shut behind him, an overwhelming feeling of gratitude swept over me.
I think the feeling was sparked in part by a blog I had read just a few minutes before - about a friend's baby who just can't catch a break, and his mother's unbelievably positive attitude - but mainly just because I clearly have so much to be grateful for. So I've decided to not keep the gratitude inside. Because what good is a grateful heart that doesn't share? So here it is. My Thanksgiving in February...
I'M GRATEFUL (in no particular order):
I get to wake up every morning next to the love of my life.
I have a beautiful, healthy and HAPPY baby boy that I get to love on all day long.
I still have 2 incredible grandparents on this earth, both of whom continue to inspire me.
I have the best calling in our church.
I have amazing, drama-free in-laws.
I have 5 amazing, drama-filled sisters.
I have incredible friends - both old and new - that keep me sane and help me deal.
I have someone that writes songs for and about ME. And they're GOOD.
I live in a time when a black man was elected President.
My legs work. My arms work. I can speak. I can see.
I can go to the store without the fear of being bombed.
That, mainly because of my husband, "I don't have crappy taste in music" (quick shout-out to J-Bird).
That Leo goes to bed every night knowing that he's safe and loved.
That my mother taught me how to sew.
That HEROES is on tonight! AND 24!
That the DOJ has stopped calling me (Keep those fingers crossed).
For love.
For New York City.
For Nederland.
That my daddy's heart is healing.
I'm able to forgive. And be forgiven.
For love letters.
For coffee ice cream, chocolate chips, pretzels, Grapenuts, soy milk, cous cous & chicken.
For birds.
For babies. But especially mine.
For time.
For my gym membership that I sometimes use.
For memories of Candela, Irving & Saint John.
For Leo.
For Paul.
To be alive.
5 comments:
Reading your gratitude list helped me get out of my cranky mood. Thanks for the reminder that it's not so bad.
That is beautiful. I can't wait to see you next week!!
You know, not many people could live up to Paul in my opinion, but somehow you've exceeded him. And that's saying something.
Um, your post made me cry. Thanks so much for sharing. Lots of love from DC - Heather
Loved reading that. It's good to think about those things sometimes...puts things in perspective. Thanks!
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