I am truly blessed. My friends who listen. My family who catches me when I fall. My dogs who love me, no matter how bad I smell or what I look like. My husband who drives me bat-shit insane, but cooks dinner for me every night.
I have a job that I love and co-workers who make it worth the drive. I have kids at work for whom I would take a bullet and they’re not even “mine.” They are my heart. They are my loves. They are what fills my heart with overwhelming joy when I hear them “playing Miss Martha” and fighting over who gets to be me. What could be more wonderful?