Counting My Blessings

During a walk in the park we came across this statue.

It was erected to honor the death of a child.

What a sharp emotion that caused.

It simply washed away all the turmoil I had felt the prior evening

listening to my children fight over who's turn it was to feed the animals.

There are a lot of things worse than hungry, loud goats.

I am counting my blessings.

My husband.

My children.

Our health.

This free country.

Education.

The bible.

And my small farm life.

I am truly thankful for these and so much more.