Do you ever have a very distinct thought string itself through your mind, put together all perfectly even though you were never conscious of putting it together? Something that comes to you almost unbidden but belongs to you so completely at the same time?
Today I watched Greg through the front window as he headed out for work.
I'm a lucky girl, I thought. I'm a lucky girl.
I know I spend a lot of time complaining, but sometimes the simplest things remind me of how good life still is, of how lucky I am.
I wouldn't ask to be anybody else, and I wouldn't want my life to be any different. Sometimes I think you realize what really makes you whole in the moments when you feel the most broken.