Twenty Minutes Of Wasted Time

Ohhhhh I had a good blog ready for today.  It was going to be all about siblings... But it shall have to wait.

My day was less than wonderful.  It was moody, over thought, anxious, and irritable.

Sounds fun, hey?

Well today, my point of gratitude is for those who make days like today tolerable.  They are the light under the door in the dark room, the voice that coaxes us out from under the bed.  They are the smiles, the reasonable thought, and the listening ears. I am grateful for my twenty minutes (or thirty, forty, or sixty) of wasted time for good conversation, stories and realizations. (Not really wasted time at all...)

For my tolerable day, for Natalie, I am grateful.