I am blessed. I have a husband who loves me, even when I get cranky. He tells me I don’t have to cook on Mother’s Day if I don’t want to, and he will do the dishes after I cook anyway.
I am blessed. I have a teenager who is a Boy Scout, an A student, and a funny guy. He’s not above playing with his siblings. He checks my blog regularly to see what I write about him.
I am blessed. I have a daughter who is artistic, musical, dramatic, creative, cute, and very loving. She writes me poem and makes “coupons” for me, like “coffee day,” “spa day” and “TV day.” She gets on my case if I don’t use the coupons in a timely fashion.
I am blessed. I have a four-year-old who loves to be tickled, who gives loud, gleeful “smooches” and who made me a paper flower at play school, with his name written upside-down and backwards.
I am blessed. I have a healthy family. And I’m really grateful for all of them.