Celebrating 32 Years

...  of still living and breathing.  Still loving each and every day.  

Even the ones that had tears.  

The ones with the mop in my hands. 

Even the days where my sweat drips doing loads of laundry

The ones in the counselors office

The days I scratch my head with no answers

Even the ones where no one calls

Even on birthdays forgotten

I love each and every day 

because I'm still breathing

and that means I get to touch a flower

watch a butterfly flitter about

I still get to kiss my kids goodnight

and repeat each and every morning

I get to celebrate each step forward

whether or not it came after two steps back

I love each and every day

Because someday there will be no tomorrow

I'll take the tears, the sobs, the pain, the hard work

if it means I can have the laughter, pitter patter of little feet

and a kiss from my husband each day.  

Thank you, Lord, for each and every day

of the 32 years you have given me

You gave me the gift of Life

and I'll take each and every day with a smile