Kount Yer Blesins

Thanks go out to the lovely Keris Stainton, who just passed this Kreativ Blogger award along to me. I'm to list six things*, then pass it on.

* The criterion for the "six things" seems to morph a bit as the award passes around the web; I've seen "six things you love," "six things you value the most," and "six things that make you happy." Since the things popping into my head don't all fit one description, I'm going to list six things that really just rock about my life.

1. My husband. I'm a high-maintenance girl, perfectionistic, easily frazzled by the thousand million things I think I need to do in a day. He's a steady rock in my ever-stormy sea, a beacon in my foggy night, the x-axis in my sinusoidal swings. I couldn't have picked a more understanding, patient partner. I'm a better person for it (and he, ever closer to sainthood).
2. My health. I rarely get a cold, let alone anything worse. Never broken a bone, never sicker-than-a-dog in pregnancy, no eczema or asthma or allergies or anything. This so totally makes up for not being tall, thin, or supermodel pretty.
3. My in-laws. The world's greatest-ever relatives and grandparents. The family I was born into is, in a nutshell, loony, in a paranoid-passive-aggressive sort of way. My in-laws are warm, loving, funny, open, generous, relaxed, and about a thousand other wonderful things.
4. My talents. Though I don't feel I always utilize them well, I'm glad for my intelligence, creativity, honesty, and sense of humor. (Well, some might say I overutilize the honesty and humor.) There's not much I want to do that I can't find a way to accomplish.
5. My children's father. Patient, funny, interested, listens well. Head-butts an occasional soccer ball, serves as makeover guinea pig, builds Duplo towers on the floor. Changes diapers, cooks dinner, ferries to and from activities. Really, the man is almost perfect (which is why I snuck him in twice).
6. Being born in the right place at the right time. I may feel like pulling my hair out some days, but I've got nothing real to complain about. I'm not a child soldier in a war-torn country. I'm not dying of famine or AIDS. I can disagree with my country's leaders and live to tell the tale.

I pass the torch to Marbel and Sheree.