Grateful

It’s Five-Minute Friday time.

I realize I went and did this all wrong on my first try, attempting to blog for five minutes, but pretty much taking me half the day (turns out I had a LOT on my mind when I wrote my first Five-Minute Friday post).

I’ll try to do a real Five-Minute post.

Starting NOW.

Grateful…

I am grateful for my life, and anything and everything that makes it worth living: My son. My husband. My siblings and parents. My Grandmother, Lola Vering, who is half a world away, but in my thoughts every day. My aunts and uncle who are in either Norway/Philippines, who are extensions of the close group I call “My Best Friends.” My best friends.

I am grateful for the lessons Motherhood has taught me so far, and continues to teach me day in and day out.

I am grateful for the time on our hands–time to be carefree parents and just enjoy our son, time to spend having grand vacations and mini-trips, time to waste away napping while a sleeping little boy cuddles back.

I am grateful for the promise of a new beginning. In a new home state.

I am grateful for the dream of a new home.