What makes you feel grateful for everything you have in your life? For me it is hearing the wind howl in the trees outside. I’ll explain . . . Last night, I crawled into bed at 1 a.m. after finishing an editing project, and as I sighed and got all cozy and warm next to Landon, I heard the wind howl outside. There is something about that noise that instantly makes me appreciate that I have a roof over my head. Sure, most people do, but it’s not just about having a roof over my head. It starts there and makes me think about all the other things I have in my life.
We are by no means rich, but we have everything and more than we need. I shop with coupons, partly because I like to — it’s a game to see how much less I can pay, I think of them as found money — but also because Don and I are both freelancers and you never know when the next paycheck will come in. We rent and don’t own a house, but that seems to almost be a blessing in these tough times — at least we don’t have to worry about an ever-increasing mortgage. I could make a lot more money working a full-time job, instead I get to stay with my little boy and work from home, doing what I love: proofreading and editing — and blogging! Yes, my marriage could be better, but whose couldn’t? Having a little child seems to become the focus, not the relationship with your partner. I believe that will change, and I am happy with my life.
I can’t remember the last time I bought myself some clothes I got exited about — I remember buying two white, long-sleeved T-shirts a few months ago — but I have nine sweaters in my closet I hardly wore all winter. My 401K has dwindled so much in the last few months, I can forget about relying on that money when I get older. We all, rich or not, have taken a hit in this bad economy, but let’s face it, we all still have so much more than others. Take a minute today to think of all the things you are grateful for — it puts things into perspective.
As I was pondering all this last night, Landon stirred and turned around to face me. His naked toes reached out to touch my leg, his little fingers grazed my face, and I could feel his breath on my skin. Does it get any better than that? How blessed am I to have this beautiful, healthy, sweet little boy? I am so grateful . . . is the last thing I thought before drifting off to sleep.