Sometimes

Sometimes I forget how lucky I am, how loved I am and how flawless life really is. It's amazing.

I have the most beautiful child.
The most tenderhearted husband.
The most breathtaking wedding ring.
I have a three foot Christmas tree decorated in hope and memories.
I have friends who are always mine to keep.
My parents love me more than words describe.
My siblings excite me and make me excited for their futures.
I have a warm home and bed.
I have peace.
I am where I belong, with exactly the right people.

I love the concept that life is flawless. You don't have to agree with it, it just helps me understand my creator.  It's what describes my understanding. Nothing will happen that God won't know about, nothing can happen that he does not anticipate. Even when trials are huge, or blessing are great, or both, I can know within my heart that my life is flawless, because I am meant to be, my family is meant to be, my history is meant to be. I am loved. I love deeply in return. I am learning patience. I am developing strength. I am striving for perfection, and falling short, and that is beautiful, because my Savior picks me up and carries me the remaining distance every time.
I thank my Heavenly Father for my two most treasured possessions, my husband and my daughter.
Sometimes it's amazing to sit and feel my miracles standing by to help me through.
Sometimes I want nothing more than to memorize this moment.