Today was grumpy. Maybe it was the rain? Soaked right through to my soul. Or perhaps I just need more sleep.
Today I didn't count my blessings. I willfully miscalculated the lot of them. Instead of counting them I wrote BOOB on the calculator of life.
But this was wrong of me.
As middle son, five years old, said to me today - when mixing up Disney and religion class, confusing, or perhaps amalgamating the baby Jesus and Hercules - 'He was born golden'. What a beautiful phrase, no?
My children are golden, my entire family is golden. I am the luckiest girl alive.