
I love fall. It is, by far, my favorite time of year. I love the exit of humid, sweaty days, the long-awaited introduction of cool breezes, chilly evenings, the invitation to snuggle and cuddle.
In the middle of dusting off Halloween decorations and pumpkins, and digging out comfy sweaters, I find myself just stopping. Thinking. Watching.
My life is not perfect. I have hassles, stressors, and aggravation just like anybody else. But I am glad that I have learned to focus on what I do have and appreciate all of it.
I love my husband, who is my best buddy. He makes me laugh. Just the sound of his voice makes me smile. He’s always there with open arms for me to fall into after a long day. I couldn’t imagine life without him at my side.
I love our home, which is perfect to me, and we spend each day making it all our own.
I love my new job and knowing that each hectic day, I am helping people who need it.
I love that everything I have, I have worked for and earned. I love knowing my life is 100% my own. I know quite well that not everyone can say that, no matter how old they are, and I hope, for their own sakes, that my stepkids eventually learn the pride and strength of truly standing on their own two feet.
I don’t have a mansion, an expensive sports car, a luxury wardrobe, or diamonds dripping from every inch of my body. And that’s just fine with me. None of that is important to me, anyway.
I have love. I have laughter. I have warmth, security, pride, honesty, integrity.
That is a lot. And it’s all that matters to me.
