Blessings

Somewhere in my youth...or childhood...

Yes, I must have done something good. Somewhere. I am truly a blessed individual.

I have a job that, despite the merger and headaches, I still love doing.
I have my health. (Ok, fibromyalgia aside, I'm still a force to reckon with.)
I have a wonderful husband...who for 26 years has had to put up with a hell of a lot.
I own my home and have for 20 years.
I have two wonderful children who happen to no longer be children. Rephrasing, I have two adult children of whom I could not be prouder. I work in the same hospital with the eldest, my son, and my youngest, my daughter, graduates next month from college in Philadelphia. Both are lovely people whose company I enjoy.
I'm blessed in that my parents are still alive and vital people. I tell people my father is too ornery to grow old and my mother moves around too much.
I have a circle of dynamic, wonderful friends around the nation and I value their love and support.
Although I was born an only child, I do have sisters. Admittedly, the eldest, Bobbi, is the most special. We adopted each other several years ago and the days are strewn with emails about everything and nothing. But, I don't think I can go a week without chatting up the youngest, Evelyn, either. We share a special bond in medicine.

This list could go on for some time, but I just felt like reminding myself just how fortunate I really am. I realize how much I have and how little I need and the world becomes quite bright indeed.

Ever taken the time to 'count your blessings?' Me...I'm still counting.
Dawn