Each night I lay in bed and I thank God for each and every blessing I'm lucky enough to have in my life.
My little prayer goes the same way each time, I don't really have much else to say to God but thank you. I say thanks for my son, my husband, our silly furry critters, my family and my friends. I even say thanks for our cute little house (even though I'd kill for a much bigger and much cuter house).
I'm not especially religious. But I have my beliefs and, whether God exists or not (a debate not meant for this stage), I believe in saying THANK YOU. Letting the cosmos know I am truly grateful. That my life is rich beyond my wildest dreams and that I'm thankful for this. Every. Single. Day.
I don't need, or ask, for much. Just the wellbeing of those I love. Before I got pregnant I was asking an awful lot for baby, who came along eventually. And when he did I prayed for a safe pregnancy and a healthy baby. Then I prayed for a happy baby. I got that too (although I suspect he'd really rather I move away from the keyboard and back over to him). Then, when all of these things collided together to become Chuck, it was time to stop asking and start saying 'thanks'.
I'm the richest and luckiest girl alive. And I want to make sure whoever is 'out there' knows I appreciate it.
So. Thank you. For truly, I am. Blessed.