Driving to my friend’s today I had the music turned up, my sunglasses on (it was bright!), and I was bopping to the music thinking how cool I must look in my pajamas and all.

I started thinking about just what a good life I have. My kiddo was home with her very competent daddy in our small (and somewhat messy) but cheerful house, I’m driving my nice (though older) SUV with a baby in my belly going to visit some friends for the afternoon. My hubby has a good job that brings home good money, so I get to stay home with our kids. We own our home. We have two vehicles. We have lots of toys and books for our child. Our kid is healthy and brilliant and happy. We’re somehow expecting another hopefully healthy little one. We have all kinds of tech gear and gadgets including a laptop and an xbox and big screen TV. (We don’t have a new kitchen or bathroom and our garage is not functional, but at least we have the tech stuff – priorities, you know.) I get to take college classes and work on my next degree.

And we are happy. Not every day, not all the time, but I really like my life. I have a lot of fun being a mommy. There is a lot of laughter in our home. I have intelligent conversations with my husband and non-intelligent conversations with my toddler. I have friends. I have extended family.

We are so very blessed.