Gratitude Friday: All that is right.

This is new.  I got the idea from a great blog I recently found.  This has been a  TOUGH week.  I suffer from PTSD surrounding the loss of my brother.  It is all very raw for me and when I am brave enough to write about it I will.  Suffice it to say, I started off the week not really wanting to get out of bed.  Then, yesterday, a friend received some challenging news and I have been once again grappling with life and what it all means.  I also miss my brother.  When you are challenged, you rally your troops, to remind you of how much you still have, how much you are loved... how much you are understood.  I am missing a troop.  I need some gratitude to keep me level, focused and on task.  I need to remember all that is right so I don't get lost in all that is wrong.

This week, I was grateful to God for...

• My health and that of my family.  We made it through another week and we came home to each other each night.
• My husband's love and support... it is hard to admit just how much peace another human being can bring you but he has been a rock for me this week... through it all. 
• Isaiah and Wesley.  Isaiah, for telling me he wanted to cuddle and rub noses before sleep.  For starting a dance party in the living room Sunday night and rescuing me from the island (couch) when I was stranded in the ocean (on the carpet).  Wesley, for learning how to say "Up" this week AND throwing his hand up in the air to demonstrate.  For "kissing" me over and over with his open mouth and drool and laughing when I said "Nooooo..." For both of them, for crying simultaneously when I was bathing of them because water got in Isaiah's eye and Isaiah's crying scared Wesley.  For laughing when we all put our feet together and stomp them on the carpet.  No matter how angry, sad or lost I feel, I can look at those little men and be filled with joy.  I'd move mountains for them. 
• My father, mother, brother and best friends who pick up when I call (no matter how many times a day), who tell me the truth and who hurt like I do but are still walking in the pain.  I love you.
• Being employed. My supervisor is awesome and I'm not just saying that because I am in the public domain! I have been through so much since I started this job. I started the job three days before my brother died, five months later my grandfather died and four months after that Wesley made his grand entrance. Through it all, he has been supportive of my real priorities. I am never asked to choose and that is rarely the case in my profession.

As this week comes to close, what are you grateful for? Feel free to share...