- That I didn't have a three-year-old with a broken leg.
- That I didn't have a sore throat that I just can't kick.
- That my mountain of laundry didn't seem so insurmountable.
- That I kept my cool better with my kids when they frustrate the daylights out of me.
- That my house would stay in a picked-up-sort-of-state for more than 6.2 minutes.
- That I didn't constantly feel inadequate.
- That my reality with Ethan is a 'cast for a couple of weeks', as opposed to 'life in a wheel chair'.
- That I can afford to go to the doctor, if needed, and that I live in a country where they are readily available.
- That I have my very own washer and dryer, and I don't have to lug my baskets/detergent/quarters to the laundromat, like my mother did when I was growing up.
- That my children love me unconditionally. That they seem to think I'm pretty great--even if, some days, I can't figure out why in the heck that is the case.
- That I have a home filled with children who love to imagine and explore and play--and that my house actually does make a pretty cool dino land.
- That I have a personal relationship with a God who takes my inadequacies and tells me that--when I am at my weakest--that is the very time that He is the most strong.
That no matter how difficult the days may be,