Sometimes I can't fall asleep at night because Pete has the light on so that he can knit. Until almost midnight.
Sometimes the kids crawl into bed with us at 2 AM and bicker about who's elbow is jammed into who's ribs; or who is hogging the blankets.
Sometimes the heater gets inadvertently turned up and by 4 AM it's way too warm to fall back to sleep.
Sometimes at 5:30 the dog and the cat are alternatly licking my face or pawing my feet or otherwise doing their best to love me awake.
Sometimes I roll out of bed in the morning grumpy and tired – only to discover that no one washed the dishes last night and the coffee pot is still dirty from the day before.
Sometimes I wonder what today is going to bring with all of this tired and crabby going on.
And then I remember.
I remember that I have a kind, thoughtful, funny, loving husband. (Who knits!)
I remember that I have two amazing kids to keep me awake all night.
I remember that I have a house and a heater and a big bed to be jammed into with all of these wonderful people.
I remember that we had dinner last night and the promise of breakfast and coffee today (and a faucet of clean, hot water to wash it all up with).
Sometimes I remember to find gratitude in the act of simply waking up.