And then the sky parts, the thunder really starts to roar, and something else happens that makes you broaden your perspective. My aunt is not well. The news is not good. It is likely we will lose her in the coming months. She has six children, 18 grandchildren, and two grandbabes on the way. She has two brothers and two sisters, a 90-year old mother, nieces, nephews, all suffering to cope with this tragic news.
Was I truly feeling sorry for myself because I have two beautiful, overall healthy kiddos who I am so lucky to care for and love? Was I so selfish to pity my sleep deprivation because I am so fortunate to wake in the wee hours with my babe only to sooth her? I. am. blessed.
I know it's cliche, but every day is a blessing. We cannot determine what tomorrow holds. Will we be happy? Will we be safe? Will we lose someone we love? Maybe so. But, let's not postpone happiness for the days that are perfect. Strive to be grateful for the usual and everyday. Take advantage of the time with those you love... even if it calls at 2:00 AM.
Happy Friday everyone!