A Blessed Debbie Downer

(Seriously does this photo not melt your heart? Am I alone here?)

Yesterday Claire told me I was her best friend. Because I buy her Swedish Fish. In the next breath she told me that she was thinking of collecting quarters. As she carefully placed two quarters in her eye sockets she explained they would be a good thing to have on hand if her eyes fell out. Then she somersaulted away.

My daughters are funny. And quirky. And a little bit crazy. I suppose I am to blame. Pretty sure that is a direct result of my parenting. Is it odd that I'm proud of that?

I adore who they've become and I occasionally (read: often) get so wrapped up in my own junk I take them for granted.

This man too:

I'm lucky to have him, and not just because he has a six-pack, although that doesn't hurt! Being in Hawaii with him and only him for 6 days reminded me why I love the heck out of him.

Point being: I have blessings. A lot of them. I also have pathetic trials. A few of them. I sometimes, in my I'm-a-human-so-sometimes-I-suck mode, only focus on the pathetic wanna-be trials. Which is of course pathetic. But I'm a work in progress. Forgive me?

ps. For the 2 or 3 of you still following this lame excuse for a blog, stay tuned for an exciting announcement coming tomorrow. And no, it's not an April Fool's joke.