I am so cranky this morning that I’m getting on my OWN nerves.  I’m taking a lesson from my woman crush: Jill Scott. I mean, really. How can you not love her?

I woke up this morning feeling the warmth of the man I adore beside me. I’m so blessed, yes.

I went to sleep stressed and tired, woke up feeling new, I’m so blessed.

I walked outside to a beautiful sunrise, the promise of a day with no mistakes yet made, my horses nuzzling me for a treat. I’m so blessed.

My daughters woke up chatty and happy that it’s Friday, their energy surging through the house like it couldn’t be contained, I’m so blessed, yes.

I have a warm house, good music, and a day to nest. I’m blessed.

I have my grandmother’s blood coursing through me – encouraging me to give until it hurts, and then give some more. When you cry, give some more. When you get discouraged, give some more. It drives me every day.  I’m so blessed.

The clouds are deep and heavy, the light trying to break through them is enchanting. I’m blessed.

My sisters understand and minister to me. I’m so blessed.

The chickens give me 6 eggs every day; and every day, it feels like an undeserved gift – I really don’t understand it.  I’m blessed.

Life is full of goodness and mercy.