So lately I find myself super emo about like everything.
Boy Wonder held the door open for a stranger. In that moment I felt pride, and totally
shocked happy he remembered to do it.
BooBoo struck up a spirited convo with an old lady in line at the grocery store about how Iron Man was cooler than Spiderman; it made her eyes sparkle. In that moment I felt joy, and the desire to take that little old lady home and eat Pepperidge Farm cookies with her.
My kids played together without anyone screaming, whining or needing a band-aid for approximately 22 minutes. In that moment I felt suspicious they were plotting against me, only to find them playing nicely.
Big Daddy P told me I looked pretty after I washed all the makeup off that actually makes me pretty. In that moment I felt lucky, and then distracted by a huge pimple on my right cheek.
Maybe it’s exhaustion, maybe it’s this weird mid-life thing looming over me or maybe it’s just the overwhelming gratitude I have to be part of such an amazing family.
My family is the greatest, most awesome, most annoying, most hilarious, most messy, most loud, most talented, most loving group of people I’ve ever had the pleasure of knowing. And they’re mine. All mine.
In this moment I simply feel grateful to know them, and only mildly annoyed over the amount of laundry they produce.
Experience any overly emotional/borderline obnoxious feelings of gratitude you’d like to share?