Grateful

It's the evenings like this one that remind me of how blessed I am. This one was nothing special. Ry came home from work, I made leftover dinner, we ate and gave the boys baths. T was in the tub while I gave F a bath for what will be one of the last times in the bathroom sink. Ry was sitting on the floor, playing with T when he grabbed the camera, because, he said, this was such a neat perspective.
And it is. Seriously, how cute is our baby in a bowl? But that's not really what this post is about.

Then I read the blog of a friend of Ry's from high school. You may remember that her (then) youngest child had complications early in his life that resulted in his total hearing loss. Since then, she's been separated from her husband and had a beautiful, 32 week little girl. I don't know how she finds the strength to get through each day.

Every time I say a little prayer for her family, I also say a little prayer of thankfulness. No matter how frenzied my days are, no matter how much I stress about getting through nursing school in the fall, no matter how much my son makes me crazy some days, I'm thankful. Above all, I'm thankful that these are the things that I get to worry about each day. I have two beautiful, healthy boys. I have a husband who not only gives baths, but pauses to notice a unique perspective on the mundane. I have a life filled with crazy joy. And that my friends, is why I'm grateful.