I sit and reflect. I am here with 2 snoring angels behind me, a husband sleeping soundly in the next room, and in the room on the other side, our dearest friends and their little boys rest before more travel tomorrow.
I am in a home that I am thankful for everyday, in a suburb that makes me feel safe and happy, and in the city that holds almost all our close family members.
I am down the street from the pool, a short walk to the park, an easy drive to the dance studio, and a skip to most any restaurant, store, or entertainment venue I care to visit.
I am a short drive to several Catholic churches, one of which has someone adoring Christ in the Blessed Sacrament at this very minute. I am blessed with a homeschooling community of kind women and joyful children.
I am surrounded by holy women and priests who guide me on my spiritual journey, who pray for me, offer me the Sacraments, and teach me what it means to love God.
I am in a free country, a country built on tears and sacrifice. I am oceans away from fighting soldiers. But I am only minutes away from the thousands who mourn the loss of a loved one in the 9/11 tragedies or in a recent battle overseas.
I am here with a roof over my head, clothes on my body, food in my stomach, family and friends in my home, a baby in my womb.
I am blessed.