A good day seven years in the making

Today I choose to celebrate...
...the husband who lets the dogs out every morning so I don't have to roll out of our nice warm bed
...the sunshine
...the little arms that hugged me tight and wished me a good day
...the perfect cup of coffee
...the pink tractor contest (known only to me and Sam)
...the free evening to "do something fun"
...the mystery of my Mother's Day gift
...the mortgage is paid
...the professional satisfaction of a job well done
...the chance of maybe getting the lawn mowed this week (it's scary out there)
...the freaks/pets and their never-ending devotion
...the love of my parents
...the happy memories
...the kindness of my friends
...the good things that come out of bad things
...the noise and dirt and chaos
...the dreams

So I take a deep breath and take another step forward. I no longer wish for what might have been. I no longer search for answers. Instead, I look around me and just feel.

I choose...

...love...

...and peace.

"I am thankful for small mercies. I compared notes with one of my friends who expect everything of the universe, and is disappointed when anything is less than the best, and I found that I begin at the other extreme, expecting nothing, and am always full of thanks for moderate good...If we will take the good we find...we shall have heaping measures." ---Ralph Waldo Emerson