There are moments when gratitude is in very low supply. In the late afternoon, when cold and darkness envelope the neighborhood, my children are bouncing off the furniture and the walls of my 1,200 square foot dwelling seem to shrink, “thank you” is not at the forefront of my frazzled mind.
But these are just minutes and moments and blips of time. There is abundance and gratitude to be found everywhere.
I am thankful that my husband Rick found me, digging through my reporter bag, on the steps of the Stamford, Connecticut Courthouse. I’m grateful he said hello and so began this current, wonderful life of mine.
I’m grateful that a boy in search of a fellow jew, found a shiksa he could love more than anyone.
I’m grateful the child and dog phobic co-op board of a 4th floor walk-up on the upper east side of Manhattan rejected us and we ended up in an ideal, 5th floor west village apartment (with a stylin’ elevator of course).
I’m grateful beautiful, moody, shy, creative, dance feverish Dylan boogied into our world on our 2nd wedding anniversary.
I’m grateful her smiley, sassy, vivacious, boob loving sister Summer found us too.
I’m grateful our dog Martini is chasing wildlife in the suburbs, instead of ripping apart yogurt containers in our apartment.
I’m grateful for our friends and family who generously share laughter, advice, support and kindness.
I’m grateful for the mama bird readers who spend their very limited free time, allowing me into their lives and sharing their own.
I treasure you all.
So thank you. I am one lucky, blessed mama.