My husband and I sometimes have a different outlook on the hardships we've experienced over the years. And I will admit that it wasn't my parents who started dying the minute we got married. So there is that.
But there is also just this strange blessing I experience. I honestly don't know where it comes from because when I was hospitalized for anorexia I got "confronted" by the entire adolescent ward for being too negative.
So I honestly do not know where it comes from-most likely my children. My oldest daughter constantly makes me feel grateful. I keep her company in her bed these days though I have scaled back on actually sleeping with her. But I do stay with her until she falls asleep.
She likes to hug my arm as she falls asleep. So here I am. Lying next to her. With my arm across her chest and my hand on her cheek. As she hugs my arm.
Sigh. She does make me feel lucky.
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