Recently a co-worker and I were talking about balance and family. We both decided that we were more work-to-live as opposed to live-to-work type people, meaning work for us is secondary in importance to the rest of our lives. As much as I love my job, my family far outweighs my job in importance and enjoyment.
Later on the day of this conversation, Aaron and I were chatting after the girls had gone to sleep. Even though each of us occasionally gets a case of the “wants,” I realized not long ago that I have everything I ever wanted. And even though I’ve been feeling pretty miserable for the past few months, I also have never been happier, so it’s a weird dichotomy. Talking about our many blessings (as well as recent warmth and sunny days) has really helped my mood.
Every night when I say my prayers, I recount the things I am thankful for:
A beautiful, healthy family.
More than adequate shelter.
More than adequate food.
Good, stable jobs.
Lots and lots of love.
Seriously, what more could I ask for?
(Unrelated adorable baby picture: guess who has found her feet?