I went grocery shopping at the commissary yesterday and saw a family of 3 little girls. All in pretty dresses and so cute. I did a double take when I saw their mom. She obviously didn't have any hair and was wearing a pink ball cap.
She was obviously fighting some disease, probably cancer and my heart went out to her. It must be terrible to be fighting something like that and worrying about your kids.
I am as bad as the next person, complaining about all the little things but seeing that family and all they are probably facing it made me take stock of my life.
I am so thanksful to have a husband and daughter that mean the world to me, that we are in basically good health. We have a nice new house and my husband has a good job. My teenager drives me nuts as all teens do and of course I worry about her getting a license soon but she is a good kid and does well in school.
I am going to try and be more thankful and take it all for granted less.