Counting blessings
I woke up this morning.
I opened my eyes and although blurry, I could see the walls of pinkish hue around me. Though still dark, I could see the frames on the wall containing beautiful memories of days gone by with the loves of my life.
I could hear the sweet chirping of birds in the trees in my garden, already starting their busy day.
I could feel the soft warmth of my bed, then the heat of a warm shower that soothed the aches and pains of my body telling me I'm still alive.
I could smell then taste the sweet and bitter flavor of the Italian coffee made in the comfort of my warm kitchen.
Thanks to technology no one dreamed of when I was young, I could avoid traffic caused by an overturned tractor trailer and arrive at work on time and safely, while listening to music in my car.
I have employment that allows me to pay bills, provides health insurance, checks an item off my bucket list, causes very little stress and is flexible enough that I can pursue other passions, and, most importantly, support my loves in all the ways they need and I wish.
I am blessed with a healthy, happy, loving son.
I am blessed with the ever blooming love of the man I called my prince charming over 30 years ago.
I am blessed with the lifelong love of a strong woman who overcame many tragedies to give us both a good life.
I am blessed with a few wonderful friends whose lives have been intertwined with mine for more than three or four decades.
Although alone this morning, I am not alone in this world. I love and am loved every moment of every day. We have faced and will face many difficulties, but a burden shared is a burden halved...or quartered...and sometimes ceases to be a burden at all.
Counting my blessings each and every day that I have breath and remembering that Life is good.