I was driving down the freeway today, in my comfortable car, big enough to fit all my kids and their friends, new enough to have very few things ever go wrong with it or need to be replaced, cute enough that I actually picked it out myself and got to choose the color and everything, and I realized, I AM LUCKY. Not because of my car. But because of my life.
I live comfortably. That's what made me start on this line of thinking. I have a beautiful house. Yes, having a house from two centuries ago has its down sides. But it's big enough for our family. It hasn't had any major issues. We have a nice green yard with big, shady trees. We have a walk-in closet (a rarity in old houses). We have plenty to eat and wear and do.
Then I took stock of the rest of my life. I have two gorgeous, intelligent, mostly obedient, happy, healthy children. That is a gift.
I have an absolutely fantastic husband who works so hard to support us, who is the first to volunteer to do anything the kids need, who helps around the house, who can fix anything, who makes me laugh all the time, and who makes it a priority to make me happy.
I have my health. My biggest health problems right now are allergies and a little back pain. Compared to some people I know who have dealt with cancer, fibromyalgia, depression, diabetes, Crohne's Disease, and other major health issues, I have been blessed.
I live in a free country where I am generally safe and far from danger. I have access to the best health care. I am educated. My kids are becoming educated. I have a strong belief in God and I am allowed to express it as I choose. The street by my house is paved. The roof over my head doesn't leak. The shower water is hot. The water that comes out of my tap is cold and clean. The toilet flushes. Someone picks up the garbage every week when I put it on the curb. The town where I live has 226 sunny days a year. I am eating a cheesecake brownie.
LIFE IS GOOD!
And I am grateful.