Truly rich

After my daughter's gymnastics class this morning, I really, really wanted to stop at Taco Bell. I kept driving. We had something healthier at home.

The new sander my dad bought me broke, so I am still sanding the kids' Christmas blocks by hand. It hurts. But I think about my kids, and the love going into the perfect gift, and I love doing it.

I kneaded pizza dough even though my wrists hurt from the blocks. I had pizza and watched a movie with my kids this evening.

My daughter hurt her toe pretty badly, but I had all the medical supplies I needed to take care of it.

I haven't eaten out all month. We're not destitute or anything, but I'm having to really watch my money until business picks up or I'm going to have to go back to work.

But you know what? Right now the dishwasher is washing dishes for me. Electric lights are on so my kids can play while I type this on the laptop my parents gave me. There is a pitcher of clean, fresh, cold water in my refrigerator. There is a basket of books on my table filled with books and movies we got from the library for free. My son is running around in a costume yelling, "I 'piderman!" while my daughter sings a song and hugs her doll.

And today, I feel truly rich.