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It’s my birthday.
I’m 36.
And for all that I’ve lost; for all that I’ve grieved; for all that I’ve wept, I am suddenly overwhelmed by all that I still have. For the husband who loves me, the children who need me, the friends who send birthday messages by the dozen. For my health, my mind, my heart.
I spend too much time wanting more, and not enough appreciating what I have.
But today I am thankful.