On Being Lucky

Have I mentioned how lucky I am lately? Because, seriously kids, I am. And I don’t say it/think it/feel it enough.

Have I told you how a few weeks back five of the most spectacular friends a girl could ask for threw me and Tate a baby shower. Did I deserve it? Probably not, but lordy, these ladies made me feel so wonderful and special and I haven’t thanked them enough.

Have I said how my in-laws are taking us to Disney World for Lucy’s birthday? (Shhhh, it’s a surprise!) And how they are letting me act like I’m the one planning all of it and spending a gazillion dollars on tickets and princess dinners and makeovers and everything else that comes with one of these ridiculous trips even though I have not planned a single minute of it? Well, I should have, because I couldn’t be luckier in the in-law department. For reals.

Have I divulged how my office lets me to go Tate’s daycare once a day and feed him? I cannot express how much this means to me, to see my little pirate everyday and not have to go through the hassle of pumping at the office. I am so fortunate to work where I do with the people I do.

Lately I’ve been feeling like a dirty penny. Not shiny or lucky. But I just need to look a bit closer, because when I focus on it, I realize that no one on earth has more opportunities for happiness than me. Lucky, lucky girl.