It is the anniversary of our first date.
Like the cliche, it feels like no time and a lifetime has passed since then.
Despite my grumblings about his running my car out of gas, and not being chatty enough, I feel very lucky to have such a dedicated partner.
I am lucky to be able to be home with the kids most of the time, but also have a part time job that makes me feel like a grown up.
I am lucky to have a roof over my head that belongs to us, and is big enough to offer personal space to all of it's inhabitants.
I am lucky to be able to feed my children quality food of my choice.
Lots of things to be happy about, that makes the things I like to kvetch about seems petty and small.