Bliss

Yesterday morning, in the wee hours before light, our little girl came creeping into bed with us along with her dog, whispering to me that she had a bad dream. It was a pretty scary one as she related to me later, involving witches in a cage in our hotel room (we went out of town last weekend and stayed in a hotel) laughing and cackling and coming after her.

She promptly fell back to sleep tucked safely between Jay and I. I laid there spooned up against her, an arm thrown over her, a dog snuggled on either side of my legs, and reached over to hold a sleeping Jay's hand. I realized at that moment, that this was the meaning of bliss. Right here in this bed was nearly everything I love most in this world with the exception of my son still snoozing in his own room. I realized that despite all my bitching and moaning about how hard it all is (working, raising kids, juggling bills, etc), God has smiled on me with riches beyond my wildest imaginings.

As we anticipate the coming of Thanksgiving this week, I am thankful for a sleepy moment cuddled in bed with those I love most in the world. What are you thankful for?