Counting my blessings

This is just one of those days when I don't feel like counting my blessings- so I think I will. Indulge me...

I am married to a man who is not too proud to say "I'm sorry."
My kids are healthy and they love their mama.
I have no broken bones.
My bank account is in the positive. Yippee!
I have new tennis shoes paid for by my mother in law and they are comfortable. Really comfortable.
Chocolate is cheap, loads cheaper than therapy.
The sink is clean of dirty dishes. OK, one side is clean of dirty dishes.
God loves me. The Bible tells me so.
My van is clean.
I have the kind of friends that will come when I call them and need them, no matter the hour or how trival the meltdown I am having actually is.
My mama still treats me like I am her little girl.
My little house ( I prefer cottage) is warm, and it is really cold outside.
There is clean running water in all of my bathrooms, all one and a half of them!
I'm not in jail, I live in America, my teeth are all mine, I can pray and worship and read my Bible, and for now, it is still legal.

OK- I feel better and life is good. Sometimes I just need to remind myself.