I was thinking today that after a crapola few days, I should really be thankful. I have so much good stuff in my life, but we only ever Blog/Tweet/FB about the bad stuff.
I started thinking about how thankful I am that my beautiful, healthy, spunky girls are growing up and trying to make decisions for themselves (albeit not great ones, but pushing some boundaries nonetheless), I am thankful for a husband to loves me and is patient with me even though I can get all psycho bitch at times, and even though he doesn't agree with everything that I do, he supports me to the best of his abilities, I am thankful for the gorgeous weather that we are having, I am thankful for my friends who I know will be here for me in whatever capacity they can, I am thankful for........so much. And I refuse to be the 'glass half empty' girl today.
Then at 10:10am this post landed in my inbox.
How bizarre. It was meant to be. Fate. Kismet.
This is what I needed to hear (or read as the case may be) today.
I do Love My Life, and right now I am going to go and wake up the smallest Love of My Life and pick up the middle one. And tonight I will tell the biggest one how much I love him. Bugger that, I'm gong to do it right now.
How about you go and tell someone you love them too.