This is the time of year when I really try to stop and count my blessings.
I know I should do it often, throughout the year, but you know what I mean.
Thanksgiving, in and of itself, often brings us to that point.
As I have thought about the incredible blessings in my life,
I have found myself considering many things
I've taken for granted.
Things I forget to say "Thank you" for.
Things I know I can only thank God for providing.
I have a job. A job I love. It's exhausting, low-paying,
sometimes exasperating, but I love it.
I have no doubt that I was made to be a teacher.
You either have it or you don't.
You love it or you don't.
You keep doing it, even when you think you can't,
or you don't.
I have a home. A home I love.
A home that is sometimes messy and uncombed,
but it's my home. My nest and safe haven.
It's warm and comforting and it asks
me to come sit and stay for awhile.
I have good friends. Friends I love.
Friends that can be ridiculous and unpredictable,
friends that are forgiving, heartfelt and always there for me.
Friends that make me wish I carried extra clothing
for laughing fits.
They are the icing on my cake.
I have a family. A family I love.
A family that is sometimes outrageous and hilarious,
but also loyal and unbelievably kind,
and it's my family.
My parents, in-laws and sisters,
niece and nephews
niece and nephews
keep me grounded, share joy in the little things in life,
and support me when I feel so low or scared I don't think I can even breathe.
I have two sons. Sons I love more than life itself.
Sons that are sometimes busy and occupied, but also laugh-out-loud funny,
and truly two of the kindest, tender-hearted men I know.
I still like to call them my boys.
But I know they're really men.
And I need them as much or more than they need me.
I have a soul mate. A husband and best friend that I love.
A man that is sometimes annoying and aggravating,
and a man that makes me laugh hysterically,
go weak in the knees over, and love more than I ever thought possible.
He is my rock.
He makes my life complete.
I have a faith. A faith in the One who sends blessings my way.
A faith that keeps on going even in the hard times,
the valleys of life, the times when I want to hide away.
He gives me hope and sustains me in all things.
He promises my future.
He is and always will be.
These are the things I often take for granted.
The things that are the most important to me...
my truest blessings.
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