Gratitude

I hate when people use other people's tragedies as opportunities to count their own blessings, but I heard a couple stories last night that made me do just that. So I woke up with this radical new notion that maybe I should try to find more than just joy in my life, but also gratitude. Serious, serious gratitude. There is so much to be thankful for, including:

1.) My husband. Always. So, so lucky to have this man.
2.) My healthy pregnancies and healthy, energetic, happy children
3.) Children who nap and nap often
4.) My health and ability to run 26.2 miles no matter how fast it is
5.) Life
6.) I have few close friends, but the ones I have are world-class, truly amazing people
7.) A second chance with an old friend
8.) Enough money to be comfortable and a condo that I really do like even if it is a bit cramped
9.) Living in a city that is full of vibrant, interesting people who like to get out and do thing all the time. A city full of culture and all this while also being just a bike/short car trip ride away from the ocean, great beaches, apple orchards and skiing.
10.) Fall in New England.
11.) So much time with my babies while they are young

There is more, lots more. But this is a start. This is not to brag or to jinx myself (please not that), but is instead to remind myself that, even on the days where the little things are making me nuts, in the big picture it is a pretty fantastic life and I am happier than I sometimes think.