Great Life
[NO, not the dog food...]
Had just the loveliest hour or so yesterday afternoon. It was grey, windy & yukky outside. I sat in my glider in the living room, quietly knitting, watching the flag blow around outside. Thing Two was crashed out on the couch (“Mommy, I’m tired. I think I should go to sleep.” 5 minutes later, she was asleep.) Thing One said her stomach hurt and was resting in bed, reading a book. Jenna was crashed out on her bed. As I sat there, I was suddenly struck by a wave of gratitude for the great life I have. Sure, there’s been some suffering, but everyone suffers in some way at some time. All in all, I have a really terrific life, and there’s not much I would change.
Somebody out there remind me of this the next time I’m complaining about something, OK?!












