Life certainly is interesting. Sometimes I feel like the opening of A Tale of Two Cities is so appropriate for my life..."It was the best of times. It was the worst of times." There have been days when I have wanted to get in the car and drive away to anywhere but here, and days when I look around and my heart feels that it could burst at the joy of what I have been given (and most days fall somewhere in the middle.)The last couple of months have been a roller coast of emotions - joy at Bugaboo's arrival, worry/disappointment at his NICU stay, appreciation for the great medical care, frustration at the great medical cost, adjustment to having two children, hormonal shifts and lack of sleep and hearing that we may be getting some assistance with some of our medical bills but there will be more hoops and paperwork to deal with and knocking on a new door of potential opportunity for a couple of years down the road...
So I keep putting one foot in front of the other. Trying to take what life hands me with grace, but not always succeeding at that because some days I think all I do is whine and complain. My attempt at reminding myself to be thankful begins again at the start of each week. So I join once again with Ann's community, counting 1,000 gifts...
401. gorgeous January days with unusually warm weather
402. a trip to the park with my guys
403. the smell of Bugaboo's hair after a bath
404. the way each of my boys smells after Daddy holds them
405. not stressing out for once when I opened the medical bills...
406. Bubby napping on the couch with me for comfort when he didn't feel well
407. menus planned and grocery shopping done for the week
408. cookies made from dough in the freezer leftover from Christmas
409. doing puzzles and reading books with Bubby while the baby naps
410. moments in the middle of the night that are just Bugaboo and me
411. black and white movies to watch with The Hubs
412. getting both boys ready (and sort of myself ready)and out of the house for MOPS on Friday