Gratitude is a powerful thing, and I try to remember my blessings all the time, but some days it comes easy. Like today.
Last night I got out of the shower to find my favourite pyjamas, folded dryer-warm, on the foot of our bed. They were placed there by my husband, who doesn't think that sort of gesture is anything special. I do.
This morning, the sun came out. We haven't seen it in a while. I danced to Why Georgia with Pebbles in the bedroom, and she laid her little head on my shoulder. Her hair is cinnamon, shot with sunshine.
BamBam wore a red striped shirt to school. I love him in red, I love him in stripes. My little man.
So, yeah, work can be a pain. But I have tomorrow off, and I'm writing.
The sun is shining, and I have it good.