Blessed

I don't know why, but after I turn off the TV and lay down to try to go to sleep, I get contemplative.

Last night I started thinking about how blessed I am, how we all are. The cyclone in Myanmar and the earthquake in China really opened up my eyes to how people around the world suffer. I have a very provincial view of the world (don't a lot of Americans?) and I never pause to think about what other people might be going through.

I can't imagine what it's like to have your whole life wiped out in a few seconds. I do worry about tornadoes here in Georgia, which could literally wipe out everything we own, but at the same time, as long as I have my friends and family, life is good.

I get so caught up in material things, like making sure Addison's Under Armour baseball bag matches his Under Armour shoes that when I think about it I feel ridiculous.

I'm not trying to depress anybody, just sometimes I need a reality check to know that my life is full. Full of love and happiness and laughter and pride. That makes me whole.