I write so often about my worries, my concerns, my curiosities, my drama. Too infrequently do I write about my triumphs, my successes, my smiles, my pats on my back (that I give myself).
There are days that I look around me and know I’ve done Something Right.
No, my life is not perfect. I do not want it to be perfect. It’s not possible to be perfect. But so much of my life is what I’ve made of it… and I like what I’ve created. What I’ve created from scratch. From the tools I was given and without a brochure or manual.
I make mistakes. Lots of them.
I cry. Too often.
I yell. More than I ever thought I would.
I get hugs. All day long.
My heart swells. From the littlest things.
I take pride. In the tiny steps forward.
I smile. At the moments. And the memories.
This face. This little boy’s face. Warms my heart. Makes me melt.
This day. At the beach. With my little Crazies. Will be etched in my mind forever.
This furry dog. Makes rolling around in the dirt look like pure bliss. And brings belly aching giggles to my kids faces.
This brown eyed girl. Has crept into my heart. And has taught me more than any other being on this earth. About life. About love. About me.
These two. Make me feel lucky.
Today. I feel lucky and feel like I must have Done Something Right.
Happy St. Patrick’s Day!
Hey, a Jewish girl is allowed to feel something more than guilt, right?