Yesterday was a wonderfully beautiful day. The vibrant sunlight shone down on us all and we were awash with bright attitudes and gifted with more energy. Or at least, I was. Today however, a different kind of day. The sky was gray and overcast and it rained on and off. Not to mention it was cooold. The kind of cold that reaches to your bones (I had always thought that was a myth… guess not).

I moseyed over to the store today to grab some weekly essentials. I heard a few people remark that we “needed the rain”. I could not attest to that even in my mind, but still… the dreary day had me down. Things were quiet on the compound. However, the kids are still reeling from being pent up over the winter. Miss Princess was most upset because she could not go out and ride her new bike. Owiebear felt the same as… “mom! I’m bored!” slipped out of his mouth more than once.

So we got the rain and despite the dreariness of the day and the introspective nature of my personality today, I feel very thankful.

You know, not a day goes by that I don’t hear some awful thing on the news or shake my head at something I heard on NPR. Bad stuff seems to be happening all over the place and it’s enough to make an eternal optimist eternally sad. I don’t know what else to say other than that it seems as though the world has gone to hell in a handbasket and it doesn’t seem like things will be looking sunnier anytime soon.

I’ve been mulling over obtaining a couple of term life insurance policies for husb and I. Just in case something happens to us, then the kids will be taken care of. It’s the scariest thought in a parent’s mind… to leave untimely when your children are so young. But it’s necessary to be as prepared as possible. Even though, no one can ever truly be prepared. So, i’ve been going over some term life insurance rates and once i’ve picked my top 3 carriers, I will consult with husb (he hates having to do detective work.).

Coming back to being thankful…

In the long run, I am thankful for my problems. Not that I love my problems but the grass is rarely greener on the other side. Like when my daughter wants food off of my plate because well… french fries taste better on someone else’s plate, right? But still, it’s the same taste, the same worries and the same feelings just on a different plate.

Deep thoughts for a Sunday.