Lucky Me

Am I the only person who randomly thinks to myself how
absolutely fortunate I am to have everything that I do?


This morning I woke up to a kiss goodbye from my boyfriend before he left for work. I rolled over and sleeping in his basket beside the bed was my healthy four month old baby. Moments later my healthy, little three year old woke up and started pounding on his bedroom door because he had to pee. When he came out of his room our very loyal and loving dog followed right behind him.43ad3c6d8326e0f38f09934ea39e7ae8

Every day that I roll out of bed I can’t help but think “holy crap, I’m still so tired…I need more sleep,” but then my kids wake up and they need me. A rumbly tummy, a dirty diaper, a boo-boo (big or small). All of these things make me feel needed and I think as a mom that’s just as wonderful as feeling truly appreciated. Then my boyfriend comes home and asks about my day, helps me around the house and relax’s with the kids and I.


We are healthy. We are happy. We are alive. We are lucky.
I am lucky…

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