Counting my blessings.

It's been one of those weekends. One of those when I really didn't expect much. I knew I would be busy, coming out of a loooooong week, looking forward to a 3-day weekend, missing Mr.B...did I mention I knew I'd be busy? Just focusing on one thing at a time. Getting it all crossed off the list. (This month, I've been working on "showing up" to things. Unfortunately, that's not one of my strengths. If someone needs me to move furniture or help in a crisis, I'm your girl. But if its a leisurely, optional thing, I'm 50-50.) So I came into this weekend with my "planner" eyes on. I had it all worked out. Be here at this time, there at that time. 10 minutes to rest and then get back up again. Make any necessary phone calls in transit. Check and see if friend needs ride. Run errands in between.

Then I really had a few minutes to reflect on everything I've been doing.

I got to witness my best friend's baby shower. This was not just any shower. This baby is making an appearance. A grand entrance. We've been anticipating her arrival for a very long time and the world will never be the same now that she's (almost) here. I got to give my friend a very special, sentimental gift. I got to see all her friends and her hubs's friends and both their families gather around to celebrate their gift that they are bringing into the world.

I got to listen to a friend in need. There is such power in "talking it out" and I'm honored to be the one friend that she has confided in on a particularly tender situation.

I got to be a part of my husband's family celebration - without him having to be there. To talk leisurely with the matriarch of the family and to a cousin who is finding her place in the world and in the family.

I got to work on promoting a charity event for my women's group. I'm so proud of what we've done and all we've accomplished in 2 years, and I'm so excited about all the amazing things I know we are capable of doing and will do in the future.

I got to welcome my Mr. B home. I've done a marvelous job of coping with his absence this week, and we did a marvelous job of reconnecting upon his return. I love that man.

I even got to go to the city's rinky-dink St.Patrick's Day parade. I walked there and back so it was an hour of exercise, too!

It's St. Pat's Day, so the Irish Catholic deep in me is counting her blessings and looking for more ways to be grateful.