Lucky

You know those sitcoms where everything is all rolled up and hunkey dory at the end? That is what my life is right this very moment. I am one very, very lucky girl. I am surrounded by the most amazing people, not only physically but also in my soul.
I have a husband who is the funniest man on the planet. He makes me laugh when I should be crying. He gets my stupid humor. And most importantly he loves my loud, boisterous snorting, head turning, public offending laugh. In fact he feels it is his mission on this planet to be sure that he hears that every single day.
But he is not just the man with "the great sense of humor", obviously it goes without saying the man is handsome. He is the kind of man that every woman wants...he is the man that tells me every day that my jiggly butt is the cutest thing he has ever seen. (Hey I didn't say he has good eyesight). I was lucky enough to find a man that can look at me and without words make me feel his love from across the room.
I have the most wonderful son. He is a handful...but what boy isn't. There are days that he makes me wonder if every parenting decision I have ever made was wrong. And then there are days like today. My young son has been under the weather. He has the flu and all he wants is his mom to make it better. All the advil, dayquil and ginger ale are not as good as having his mom rub his fevered forehead. I know it sounds silly and cliche, but it is little things like these that make me know I am a good mom. I know without a doubt that my son knows I love him and that I am here for him. I know he is having, and will continue to have, struggles, but I feel pretty good with the knowledge that my baby knows he can count on his mom. And with some of the things I see and hear at work I have come to realize this is far from common.
I have found a group of women the likes I have never had the pleasure of having friendships with. They are all wise and funny and delightful in their own way. They each bring an abundance of joy to me. There is the one that I can be mushy and girly and share deep insecurities with. There is the one that is silly and goofy and I get to be the carefree junior high girl I never got to be. There is the one that is deep and brooding that makes me think and want to learn and achieve. Separately the are wonderful, as a group the are beyond fantastic. These are the people that I know I am lucky enough to call friends. They are new to my life, but I feel that they are a very old part of my soul.
I have a family, although so far away, that holds me in their loving arms every minute of the day. A sister who knows my deepest darkest feelings and doesn't judge. The woman who I credit for a large part of my strength. I have a mother who lives every day to figure out how to help her children. Usually to her own detriment. I have a brother who has helped me and that I have not been good enough to, but would still slay any dragon for me. I have a father who has a gruff exterior, but can melt my heart with just the words "I love you." I have a brother so far away that I miss terribly, and rarely get to see. But when we do it is heartwarming and fun.
I live in a home that is beautiful and full of love. Not the dwelling, not the walls and ceilings...the parts inside. The joy, the laughter, the tears and the slamming doors, the hugs, the kisses, the sound of music and the drip of a faucet. All of the things that surround us in the deep of the night.
So I sit in the middle of the night, in this darkness, in my sitcom and smile. My day ends like so many television shows do, with the main character flashing to all of the important characters in her life and realizing how very, very lucky she is that the fates have written her episodes so very full and rich.