Blessings

Do you ever have a moment when you look around at your life and you are just completely and utterly blown away by how blessed you are?

I am having one of those moments.

Because today, my Rockstar arrives. With him is my Father in law. And in a few short days we will gather together with our best friends in the whole world and my family to celebrate the birth of our magnificent Savior.

I look around this crowded little house, with toys scattered about and sleeping bags piled in the corner and all I can feel is blessed. My Grandmother is sitting in a chair with a smile across her face that could brighten the darkest day. My newborn son is cradled in his sling, warm and content. My children are playing and laughing. The Christmas tree is lit. Four generations together under one roof. And I just feel like life could not get better than this.

Sometimes we just need a little perspective. Because truthfully, this past week I was feeling sorry for myself. Sorry we were still here in Paradise. Sorry the Rockstar was not. Sorry we all were crammed into this tiny house. Sorry that soon we will have been here for a month. Just plain old sorry.

But, today as I sat talking with my Grandmother over tea, I couldn't help but remember how blessed I am. I mean who at my age gets to have tea with their Grandmother? Who gets the blessing of seeing their Grandmother laugh and play with their children? Who gets to spend Christmas with her?

I do.

I get to be here for nearly a month with one of most favorite people on this earth. A person who has seen horrific tragedy and lived to tell about it. A person who still smiles and sees joy in everyday living despite her failing health. She doesn't feel sorry for herself. She beams from ear to ear everytime Ash raises his little hands up to her. Because she sees the blessings of just being together.

Thank you Grandma for reminding me how very blessed I am. I am going to treasure every second we are together.