Thankful

Yesterday was my birthday and Mother’s Day. It had the potential to be either a really fun day, or really emotional and overwhelming.

I was 35 when I heard the words, “You have cancer.” Yesterday I turned 39. Every birthday feels like a huge milestone now. I’m here. And I’m doing well!

I got to go out to dinner with Eric on Saturday night. The weather was nice, so we sat outside on the restaurant patio. I spent yesterday with Eric, my parents, and the kids. I got to go out and spend a little time by myself, writing at a coffee shop—my favorite Sunday morning activity. The weather was beautiful in the afternoon, and we sat outside in the sunshine for Ben’s baseball game. The kids gave me the cutest cards and mother’s day gifts, and we celebrated with cupcakes and ice cream last night. It was such a nice weekend!

I don’t always see everything as clearly. Some days I get really caught up in my head. I should be feeling this, I should be doing that, what if this happens.

But today I’m feeling pure gratitude. Nothing is guaranteed and I know how damn lucky I am to be here. And how lucky I am to be surrounded by people who love me. 💗