With soap up to my elbows, I stared out my window as a brutally fierce gust of wind ripped the last of my beloved birch leaves far from my window's view.
I paused and was still and appreciated what was happening all around me:
Justin was reading at the table while not-so-silently slurping his chicken noodle soup.
Evan quietly played on the family room floor, arranging army men in an elaborate battle of Good and Evil.
Corinne had constructed a massive fort of blankets and pillows over the heating vent so that she could read with toasty warm feet.
Patrick had called; he was on his way home. We were all... happy.
Content.
Healthy.
Alive.
Whole.
Quite simply, my blessings cause my heart to seize and throat to close and eyes to tear.
I love my family.I love my life.
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