I count my blessings instead of sheep.....

There are over 20 inches of snow on the ground and the weather service says more is heading this way tomorrow.

The temperatures have regularly been below zero with wicked, nasty, dangerous wind chills whipping around the state.

And I have never felt more warm......

Our blessings are too great to count. In a time when we know many are having to go without, we are mindful of the love, the care, the support, and the many, many blessings in our life.  

- A roof over our heads (even if it leaked in the last storm);

- Food on our table (even through the battles of getting Liam to "just try one bite");

- Clothes on our backs (even if you cannot see them because of the giant puffy coats, boots, and hats we have to wear); 

- Giant puffy coats, boots, and hats to keep us warm (even as I curse them silently while trying to wrestle them between car seat straps);

  

- More than a job, but a career (even on the days when work emails are being sent at 11pm); 

- The ability to give back to our community (even when I am sometimes torn between that and being with the kids);

- Education, laughter, friends, family, music, books, sunsets, dog cuddles, great parent/teacher conferences, weddings, Theta, dance recitals, boat rides, ear tubes, pansies, pajama days, sorority sisters, Chicago, dancing, darts, love, support........  

The list goes on.....

And on.....

And on.

Even on days when we are frustrated, sick, tired, or annoyed we are aware that we have so little that could be considered true burdens, and so much strength and love to overcome any burdens that do come our way.  

We end this year grateful. Humbled. Full of love. Working hard. Taking time to reflect. And wishing all our loved ones all good things.