A Month of Gratitude: Fourteen, Fifteen, Sixteen, & Seventeen

I fell of the gratitude wagon this week. In my defense, a work project was about to go-live during the last week before Winter Break. I wanted nothing more than to throw up my hands and surrender. But that would only cause everything I was carrying to fall on the ground and break. And we already know who would be the person who had to clean it up.

I'm grateful for our nanny who never says no when I ask her to stay late. And recently, there's more late days than ever.

I'm grateful for two co-workers who never freak out when I drop an F bomb. And recently, there's been more F bombs than ever.

I'm grateful for my children who constantly remind me that God doesn't give us more than we can handle. And just when I think I'm at my breaking point, they go and do something adorably sweet that cuts through my frustration and straight into my heart.

I'm grateful for pillows and comforters and a warm place to snuggle every night. Even if it involves a pesky toddler who refuses to sleep in his own bed.

Im grateful that I can find the silver lining, for winter vacations, and lots of adult, alcohol-present holiday parties.

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